This year I got to spend my birthday in
Curitiba. I woke up on June 6, and, though excited that it was my birthday,
felt a little sad that I was so far away from old friends and family...(this is
as sad as this post is going to get, I promise).
I start my usual Wednesday. I walk to the
university, get there around 8:45 to start an oficina at 9:00, and prepare some
materials to get started.
When I get there, however, I notice that some
things are a little strange. The first is that Andressa, my Fulbright
coordinator, is there though she doesn't have class and doesn't appear to have
anything scheduled. The second is that in front of her on the table is a
plastic box with a straw hat in it (which will make sense as you keep reading).
The third is that she sees me and DOESN'T WISH ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (My sadness
level was slowly increasing at this point). The fourth is that, though
attendance is usually not stellar at the oficinas, there is a group of students
that always comes to that one particular session, and only a couple of them are
there. When asked where the rest of the group is, they say things like,
"oh, I'm not sure. I think they're still in another class...I'm not sure
if they're coming today." So, after waiting a few minutes in the hopes of
more arrivals, I start class with the few students that are there. I close the
door and begin talking. Suddenly, I notice that people keep walking past the
door to the classroom down the hall. Though I can sometimes see who it is and
sometimes not, it's strange that there is so much commotion on a day when few
people are usually on campus. I think nothing of it and continue talking. A few
minutes later, Andressa walks in to our class and tells me that the department
head needs the classroom that I'm in to hold a meeting..."why don't you
use the classroom next door?" Andressa says.
I pick up my things, pack up the computer, and
walk to the classroom next door into this...SURPRISE!
Obviously, I didn't actually walk into this classroom as it is seen in this picture, but you get the idea.
Andressa and her students had planned a surprise festa junina for me! It was one of the most wonderful surprises I'd ever gotten! Now, all the strange things that had been happening started to make sense.
Some captured special moments from the event:
What I've SEEN of festas juninas (which literally means June festival/party) is that people decorate with the colored flags that you see in these photos, eat lots of typical foods (which I'll spend plenty of time on in a moment), dress up like "hicks" (straw hats, painted on freckles, uni-brows, missing teeth), and square dance.
What I have researched a bit and learned about festas juninas is that they are celebrations of the saints during the month of June (principally saints Anthony, John, and Peter). They originated in Europe as a celebration of the harvesting of crops in the month of June, hence the farmer theme.
Now, for the most important part, the FOOD of festas juninas. Which is all so wonderful...
Some typical things that seem to be served at any festa junina, at least here in Paraná, are the following:
Quentão
Wine, cachaça, cinnamon...along with some other delicious things. Need I say more?
Pinhão
These are seeds, similar to pine nuts, that come from the Araucaria tree. They are boiled and are a popular winter/festa junina snack. And...they are DELICIOUS.
Also, a whole slew of corn-based dishes, sweets, and much, much more
Again, a special thanks to everyone involved in the festa junina/surprise party! It was so special to me! I'll never forget it!
One more thing, that has nothing to do with festa junina, but has much to do with my birthday. After a morning of eating and celebrating in a typical Brazilian way, in my afternoon oficina session I received this:
Let's call it a little taste of home. Thanks, girls!
One more thing, that has nothing to do with festa junina, but has much to do with my birthday. After a morning of eating and celebrating in a typical Brazilian way, in my afternoon oficina session I received this:
Let's call it a little taste of home. Thanks, girls!
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