Home in Piazza del Popolo, Orvieto

Tuesday

Party after Carnevale – 21.2.2010

An Italian friend, a couple of friends from K-state and I headed out to a small town just outside of Rome for a party. It was nice to drive on the autostrata like locals and see the beautiful country side. One of his friends rode with us and was all dressed up for it. He had on fish net stockings, a short skirt, fake breasts, long black wig and make up. He had to be careful sitting in the front seat visible to others because Carnevale is over. As we waited in line to pay the toll we saw some others going to the same place with similar costumes. That is when we started to realize this had potential to be a large party. When we arrived in the town we passed parked cars upon parked cars with people walking towards the larger parking lot that we parked in. It was full of people in all kinds of interesting costumes all waiting for a bus to take us up to the top of the hill, the center of the festival. The buses were attacked; it looked like the zombies in the Dawn of the Dead charging it, as they pulled into the parking lot. Everyone pushed and squeezed there way into the bus until they could barely close the door. It was not until the second bus that we just scarcely made it on the sardine can packed bus. We got off and after a short walk we began to hear music, crowds, and whistles for our lovely friend in his costume. Then up ahead white tents came into view with tons of people walking in between drinking, eating, and dancing around in costumes. The smell of good food filled my nostrils like freshly sprayed perfume, strong enough to send my stomach into hunger. With a handful of delicious and cheap pizza we walked around taking in the sites. It was amazing; like Halloween, state fairs and rodeos all rolled into one among some of the ancient buildings. Everyone was in good spirits. At one of the several stages was a ska band playing some energetic music that got us all dancing and by the end of the concert we were dancing in the middle of the mosh pit, which was my first time. The rest of the night continued in a similar fashion ending up as a unique experience.

No comments:

Post a Comment