Carnaval is upon us. Tuesday is the official day, but things get kicked off this weekend in grand fashion.
We have two friends visiting from Iowa that will be celebrating with us this year, Bob and Lisa. We decided we'll take off tomorrow morning and drive down to Tiradentes to check out things there before continuing our drive down to Juiz de Fora to spend the night. Sunday morning we'll head into Rio de Janeiro. We've got tickets to the Sambodrómo for the famous Carnaval parades on Sunday night (actually, more Monday morning, I guess, since the parades start at 9:00 pm and continue until around 8:00 the next morning!)
Meanwhile, I'm starting what I'm afraid is going to be the beginning of a new trend: eating my words. I've heard that it comes as part of the 'parent package' . . . you know, all the things you swore you'd never do when you had kids of your own. I recently flashed back to our experience at Carnaval in São João Del Rei last year. I distinctly remember seeing several women who were quite pregnant joining in on the fun in the streets - walking along with the blocos, singing, and dancing and having a grand ol' time while parading around a great big belly. And I seem to remember that I turned to Eric and said something along the lines of, "Geez, this really doesn't seem like the place for someone that pregnant!"
And here I am 33 weeks along (that means over the 8-month mark!) getting all giddy and excited to attend one of the world's largest Carnaval celebrations in all of my whale-like glory.
Oh well, at least I don't have a screaming kid in a restaurant . . . (yet?)