sangara

i went to a catholic festival tonight called a sangara. there was a band, and beer-no drinking age here really, and bingo, and stupid games, and lots of italian style. there were lights hung criss-crossed like in a movie, and there was a beautiful cathedral in the background. it was steamy and humid, and it was the end of a long day. and what was i doing? oh yes...i remember now...i was dancing with a brazilian guy who was teaching me a fantastic dance. he is tall and handsome and knows very little english. the stars shone, and it was perfect.