When I was little, carnaval – the weekend before lent – was always a big deal.
You would dress up like second Halloween and go to a hall to dance, eat and socialize.
It was so much fun.
I remember my dad was a ghost once – he had draped a big sheet over himself with tire marks on it. Guess we know what happened with that ghost …
And my Mom, this same year, was a salsa dancer – all sparkly black and red rhinestones and glitter.
Even my serious grandfather dressed up in my grandmother’s clothes, with fake breasts and a wig for carnaval.
We should definitely bring it back as a thing.
Points for anyone who can guess who I am for carnaval!