Celebrating North American style Halloween is starting to become popular amongst Spanish kids. It is actually the stores that promote it. Plastic costumes and junky candy boost October sales.
The neighbours invited us on a trick or treating trip through the building. They probably thought we were Halloween experts.
With the help of
Mommy Otro Papi and a favorite book, we convinced Yago that whiskers and a stuffed sock stapled to his PJs would be tolerable. I got stuck with the ears.
So the four kids in our building set out. Slowly. The parent to kid ratio was about 4 to 1, including all the Spanish parents, aunties, Grandmas and even Great-Grandmas, so by the time all the adults got organized and out the door, we started well after Yago’s bedtime. But since the rest of the one-year olds don’t go to bed before 11:00pm, no one was too concerned. Except me.
We didn’t add much authenticity to the event. We just tried to stay out of the way. Flabbergasted would best describe Yago’s reaction to the scene.
The Spanish kids had been eating candy since they woke up at noon and were spastic. They were all dressed in the same
expensive elaborate Dracula costume. One of the uncles was wearing a skeleton mask and screaming at them. Each kid had a weapon and a plastic pumpkin bucket to hold the candy they couldn’t fit in their mouth. When we arrived at each door the parents shouted “Chuche, chuche, chuche” (Candy, candy, candy) until they got something.
Poor Yago had a sock pinned to his butt and my orange purse.
And I ate all his candy.