We went to the Carnival here in La Paz recently, while in Decision Stasis. It was our first Carnival and we were pretty excited, thinking thoughts along the lines of NEW ORLEANS and oooh-hoo, sexy RIO! (But to be honest, when I think “Rio” these days, the movie and the bird and his Minnesotan accent come to mind waaaaaaaaaaay before body shakers in Brazil do).
Anyway, so there we were, eating our way along the street, scarfing down the fruit and other intensely delectable tidbits that were to be had. We had fun watching Micah jump around in the jump house thingie, and I think everyone in this city had fun either laughing at us or with us. They certainly adored Pugsley, literally lining up to pet him (now why couldn’t I have taken a picture of that?!). We can’t get over how in love with our Pug everyone is. He’s amazed too.
We went on the rides – I had the thrill of my elder-life on the Ferris wheel with my boy- Moxie went on the carrousel with Mikey. (Out of all the animals on the carousel, our little Rainbow chose the unicorn to ride on – I was so proud! Unicorn! That’s mah girrrrrl.)
We very rarely do things like this, even back in the Bay Area, so it’s like, take the thrill you’d normally get from a ride and multiple it by oh, 5 million?, and there you go! That’s us! Practically wetting our pants from the happiness of a merry-go-round!
We were wondering if there was anything more? If the Carnival was just a long street fair? A safe and clean version of an Oakland Fruitvale festival? What about the parade?
A couple of days later we finally saw it and were just hip-hoppity, in LOVE! Good times! The theme was “space” or something like that – they had floats of aliens, Star Wars, they had dancing mama mod squads, it was just fantastic.
And! We turned around and there was a woman with a little boy with Down syndrome – we did the questions-with-our-eyes (“yes? Your kid has Down syndrome? Yes?”); we would have done the secret code handshake if we had one. And the friendship gates opened and we had a truly wonderful time talking with the mother (whose own mother, get this, is deaf!) getting to know them. They were visiting La Paz – they come for the therapy – and told us of horse therapy in their own town and showed us photos. The boy was just a little younger than Moxie, absolutely beautiful, with eyes like melted amber.
We felt kind of high walking away, just the combination of the parade, the energy of the people and finally – FINALLY!!! – meeting someone so friendly and on the same page as us with a child with Down syndrome. YES!
Here’s the flow of photos – it’s a mix of a few days.
and if you want to read the captions, here are the thumbnails