Happy 2010!
Nini and I had lunch with a friend of hers from her earlier travels, Yair, and his current traveling buddy, Onn, and we agreed to all go out that night to celebrate the coming of the New Year. So, with another friend of Yair's and Onn's, Ali, we hit La Calzada to find something to eat. The place was alive with people, waiting out the end of 2009 with drinks in the alfresco cafes. We ran into the super nice American Peace Corp couple that Nini and I met in our dorm and had a few drinks with them.
Since the clubs didn't really start until well after midnight, we decided to check out a local place, Cafe Nuit, for the countdown. The band stopped playing a few minutes to the hour and we waited in anticipation for the emcee to begin at diez. The seconds ticked on and there was no one leading the party.
Suddenly, fireworks and cheers could be heard outside and everyone in the place blinked. Had we missed it? We were sure we had. So Nini began, "Five, four, three, two, one!" Happy New Year! we all chimed in, toasting our beer and then falling into giggles over how anticlimactic the start of the año nuevo had been. The band played songs that were far too slow for the event, though when the DJ took to the helm, we had a spot of fun, dancing and being a bit silly.
We left for some proper clubbing in El Club, but decided against it when we learned that the door charged 10USD which could be better spent on alcohol. Instead, we purchased our own drinks at a nearby tienda and headed back to La Calzada to talk, joke and drink. We passed the time having important conversations involving questions like "Megan Fox or Alyssa Milano?" and the ultimate, "Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?" Much was learned! In seriousness though, Nini did learn the first verse of the Israeli National Anthem and managed to retain the lyrics and tune through alcohol and tiredness the next day.
It was nearly 4am when a very drunk Colombian brother-sister pair joined us and, after two hours of saying "Let's play a card game!", Yair finally convinced most people to participate. La Calzada was mostly deserted by that time, except for a small bar at the end of the block and us, several drunk tourists sitting in the gutter playing cards.
After a few rounds, we headed down to the little bar and found that they were playing good ol' rock n roll. There was nothing to it but to twist and shout in the street to the music. We were barely ten minutes into dancing when a dozen random people raced down the street and joined us, dancing to Chuck Berry and Little Richard. After several songs, the random dancers up and ran off again, disappearing into the dark. We never saw them again!
Since the clubs didn't really start until well after midnight, we decided to check out a local place, Cafe Nuit, for the countdown. The band stopped playing a few minutes to the hour and we waited in anticipation for the emcee to begin at diez. The seconds ticked on and there was no one leading the party.Suddenly, fireworks and cheers could be heard outside and everyone in the place blinked. Had we missed it? We were sure we had. So Nini began, "Five, four, three, two, one!" Happy New Year! we all chimed in, toasting our beer and then falling into giggles over how anticlimactic the start of the año nuevo had been. The band played songs that were far too slow for the event, though when the DJ took to the helm, we had a spot of fun, dancing and being a bit silly.
We left for some proper clubbing in El Club, but decided against it when we learned that the door charged 10USD which could be better spent on alcohol. Instead, we purchased our own drinks at a nearby tienda and headed back to La Calzada to talk, joke and drink. We passed the time having important conversations involving questions like "Megan Fox or Alyssa Milano?" and the ultimate, "Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?" Much was learned! In seriousness though, Nini did learn the first verse of the Israeli National Anthem and managed to retain the lyrics and tune through alcohol and tiredness the next day.It was nearly 4am when a very drunk Colombian brother-sister pair joined us and, after two hours of saying "Let's play a card game!", Yair finally convinced most people to participate. La Calzada was mostly deserted by that time, except for a small bar at the end of the block and us, several drunk tourists sitting in the gutter playing cards.
After a few rounds, we headed down to the little bar and found that they were playing good ol' rock n roll. There was nothing to it but to twist and shout in the street to the music. We were barely ten minutes into dancing when a dozen random people raced down the street and joined us, dancing to Chuck Berry and Little Richard. After several songs, the random dancers up and ran off again, disappearing into the dark. We never saw them again!
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