And the festivities go on for another day. At ten in the morning, twenty women are preparing the pan y chocolate, and the chicken for the lunch, etc. We offer to help, but Paulo is kindly, but firmly guided to the men’s table, where they ‘have to’ eat, and drink, while the woman are tirelessly working on countless chickens. They giggle, and whoop while cutting up the birds, sorting out guts, legs, and combs.

The band is coming at noon, and we are supposed to dance the traditional ‘campesino’ dance, we tried to evade last night. This time there is no escape.. It’s a variation of the dance we saw yesterday, wilder, more fun, and mezcal is being served while stepping around. The gringo’s are invited to take the floor. None of us (we are about eight foreigners) master this dance of the farmer, so we improvise, and bring a much livelier version then we’re supposed to, what delivers us cheers, and applause at the end.

In the evening we are off to another party at Casa Viviana, where we celebrate the 67th birthday of Viviana. Where we get more food, drinks, and birthday cake.