Just got home after my first Angolan cultural event, and it was fantastic. Despite the fact that the play was in Portuguese, I was able to follow the story and enjoy the great performances. The theater is on a rooftop of an old colonial building with rickety stairs and bare walls. Next to the spartan performance and seating area, they’ve also erected a bar/lounge area, which was comfortable and potentially Friday-night-happy-hour sceney. The expats came out in full force for the performance. I met a felllow American called John, who came by to say ‘hello’ because he heard my ‘accent.’ But for the most part, I hung out with a growing group of friends that I have somehow met over the past few weeks.
It was a relaxing afternoon, after a somewhat hectic trip to the market. I kicked off my shoes, turned up the speakers, put my feet up and laid out on the sofa, magazine in hand. I quickly took pictures for your perusal before the sun went down.
It was a good way to end a busy week. Good good night, xCelina
