I think I’m Superwoman.
Which is fine, and even empowering. Right up until I start punishing myself for not getting done all the tasks on a list that was un-get-done-able from the start.
Here’s what I mean: as I look at 2018 (which will include a move back to the States for our next assignment), my brain’s already racking up a considerable to-do list for the next year:
Continue reading “New Year’s Resolutions: Strategic, Not Super”
The pagara, pre-unrolling.
With their excellent view, these rooms have to be booked a year in advance. Ideal spot for releasing confetti!
I’m thinking red’s a theme color for New Years in Suriname.
A multi-person job, setting out the pagara.
Suriname’s flag proudly waves.
When sparks fly!
Paramaribo’s fire department, making way for the lighting of a pagara.
Pagara in action.
This bell-based instrument was a new one to me.
An ambulance, carefully pre-staged.
Fernandes: Suriname’s #1 ice-cream brand.
As those following this blog may have deduced, I’m not exactly a party animal. I like the occasional night out, dinner with friends, etc. But a lot of my free time is spent doing quiet, pajamas-are-appropriate-attire kinds of pursuits: reading, writing, painting.
But if anybody knows how to party, it’s the Surinamese. At no time is this more evident than around the New Year. Tradition here has it that the lighting of firecrackers (particularly long–and I do mean loooong–strings of crackers called pagara) will scare off evil spirits. Practicing this tactic at the turn of the year allows for the new calendar to begin on a zen-like note.
For us, this has meant a week of our neighbors firing off firecrackers at all hours of the night and day, in literal rain and shine alike. Ex-pats’ dogs, unused to the auditory barrage, are losing their minds. The percussion of these blasts is forceful enough to set off security alarms. And there’s always this thought: was that more fireworks? Or a gunshot? Continue reading “Breakin’ in 2017, Suriname-Style”