So it's La Befana day!! [Pronounced as Bay(without 'y')-Fa-Na-] I'm told that beffana means 'old witch' in Italian. So host dad brought me to the village church to see the festival and stuff. There were a lot of people, and by a lot, I mean A LOT. Only then I knew from my host dad's friend who is a policeman, befana gives children sweets. She's like Santa Claus, and they do celebrate this day counting from Christmas.
Ooooh... Ahhh...
So the befana was supposed to come down from the clock tower.
Preparing...
She looks horrible, really like an old witch. But I personally think that it's very cute.
Only then I knew that she's disguised [told by the policeman]. It's a fireman wearing a witch's suit -_-. How I wish my grandma could do it. Original better what. Some more free flying fox experience.
And then when she got down, everyone started to follow her.
(Just for fun.)
If we had this kind of festival in Malaysia, wouldn't it be fun!? Children running all over the streets grabbing sweets. Run run run.
And guess what, my host parents said befana can be used to describe a person who looks down on others also. Hmm. And then guess who is the befana in the family..
HAHA FIONA. Yeah, 'cause she always never choi people when we call her.
But when it comes to food... Well watch this video!
Turn your speaker volume to the Max and off the Blog song!
Listen to her purr! Anyway, the noisy sound is host mother softening tenderising the meat.
So we return home while Befana gives 'her' speech.
Then we came to an exhibition of Christmas stuff made by kids I guess. Got a lot of Christmas models and stuff. And by models I don't mean bikini girls.
The biggest thing there:
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