Face-in-the-Cake and Congratulations on Being Alive
I’ve mentioned before that Ecuadorians take celebrations extremely seriously. There is no such thing as a half-hearted party, or an unimportant holiday. There is definitely no such thing as a good reason not to celebrate something that could be celebrated.
So, last week was my birthday. Now I’m not someone who likes to celebrate my birthday. Inevitably it falls during finals week or a similar cruch-time, and I don’t like drawing that type of attention to myself–especially in Ecuador, where I get a ton of attention just for being blonde and foreign anyway. (Philosophically, I also don’t like that my birthday is considered a celebration of me, when in fact this date commemorates when my mother voluntarily and heroically endured hours and hours of excruciating pain attempting to give me life–and then dedicated the larger part of her waking hours for the next 23 years to keeping me alive. If I designed the world, birthdays would be celebrations of the mother, who did and still does all the work, not of the child, who did nothing). Anyway: On the flip side, I quite enjoy concocting elaborate celebrations for other people’s birthdays–and, I found out, so do Ecuadorians.
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