Last Sunday, instead of lazying about on the couch and watching football like any good, red-blooded American man, I headed up to Bethesda with a friend for the Dieciocho festival. For those of you who, like me, have a Spanish vocabulary limited to the menu at Taco Bell, the festival was a celebration of Chile's independence. Food, music and games abounded.
For a better description than I can offer here, head over to my friend Fresh Muddy Waters' place. She does it much more justice than I ever could. Except in pictures, of which, I offer these:
It was a hard-fought match, but the kids on the left side emerged victorious.
Thank goodness for instant replay or we never would have caught the holding.
Yeah, the kid on the right side won this heat.
This kinda reminds me of the Far Side cartoon of the porcupine child playing with the balloon: It's not going to end well. Thankfully his sister was there to make more bubbles.
This little guy was having a ball with his Bubble Gun. I really need to get me one of these.
Does this really need a description?
The friday night before the Dieciocho, this was the view from my balcony. Not quite fall yet, but the evening sky is getting close.
Red sky at night: A sailor's delight.