I asked the people at the school for more details on the birthday party. One person suggested that if I came at 8 p.m., I could get a couple of photos of the grounds and see how it all came together. At 8 p.m., it was pouring. It was next to impossible to head out the door, and there were no taxis available, so I waited.
When the rain finally slowed, I headed out for dinner and drinks with a friend visiting from the US and with a new acquaintance from Australia. We were referred to a restaurant that offers food from the Isthmus. We had a sort of a nacho stuffed with meat and covered in onions and, this is a separate dish, bananas filled and covered with cheese. Both were surprising to the palate and were satisfying. After dinner and drinks, we headed back to the Posada, but we decided to see if the Quinceañera continued despite the deluge. It did, and the party lasted until five in the morning.
The place was something out of a dream and had a Paris theme, with an Eiffel Tower on the dance floor. There were tables loaded with desserts, a chocolate fountain, gallons of beverages, and more. In the back area, out of view of the guests, there were performers lining up: clowns, dancers, and more. There was a photo booth with family and friends waiting for their turn.
When we had our fill of the fiesta, we headed back to the Posada. Our windows open, we could hear the dancing long into the madrugada (early morning hours).
*My original post was Quinceañera Crashers, but I learned that the word Quinceañera refers to the young woman who is fifteen, not the fiesta.
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