Wow. 2008. Can you believe it? I graduated from high school six.teen.years.ago??? I swear I'm still like 24 or something. Oh well.
New Year's Eve was pretty cool.
We dressed in white (yes, that's just a white Gerber onsie Pedro's wearing-it's all he had. And Julio's wearing his karate pants. He wanted to wear the whole outfit, but we talked him out of it):
We walked to the beach in Ipanema:
Pedro was such a good boy even though it was 2 hours past his bedtime:
When I found out about the New Year's Eve white clothes thing, I had this image in my head of families, spankin' clean in their best white clothes, walking hand in hand on the beach; smiling, laughing, hugging, maybe even skipping from time to time. Kind of like 4th of July meets the temple.
Reality was a lot closer to a smelly, drunken college party complete with blaring techno music and rows and rows of port-o-potties.
Oh well. It was still very interesting. We stayed for a little while to have a little look-see and some snacks. We walked on the beach to look at the "offerings" people had left. Lots of candles and food and flowers. It was really hard to keep Julio and Juan Carlos from running around blowing out all of those tempting candles.
Then we went home and watched the fireworks from our deck while eating chocolate fondue (yum).
The show from Copacabana was AM-AZ-ING. The fireworks , which were fired from 4 barges, spanned the entire 2.5 miles of the beach. I've never seen anything like it. The show lasted for 25 minutes and the opening "round", although an entire minute early (someone got a little trigger-happy), was spectacular.
I am so frustrated because I am not a great nighttime photographer (implying that I am great during the day which is sadly, not true). This is the best photo I could muster up (hanging my head in shame):
Pitiful I know.
(Possible New Year's resolution-LEARN HOW TO USE MY CAMERA)