As you can see, time just decided to ignore my wishes and the year did came to an end. I thought about staying home for new year's weekend but, in the
end, I decided to face the traffic and go down to the beach…
Here in Brazil we
have a whole lot of traditions and superstitions and a bunch of them turn around the
sea… We go the beach to see the firework... You have to jump 7 waves and throw flowers on the sea to yemanja (the goddess of the sea), and when you go back to the shore you must walk backwards, you cannot turn your back to the sea. You’re
supposed to wear white, to bring peace into the New Year… You have also to choose
the color of your underwear according to what you wish for the New Year (yellow
is for money, pink and red for love, etc…). We eat grapes and grenadine… and
lentils…
I had great moments in all my 6 Parisian New Years, but I did miss all this nonsense that, for me, is so natural...
My French brother said I'm becoming Brazilian once again... well... maybe I am... maybe not quite yet... but when it comes to weird traditions, everyone feels at home with theirs... right?