It didn't start out that way. Before the Christians decided to "de-paganize" the day, it was called Midsummer, the pagan celebration of the summer solstice. Bonfires were lit to protect against evil spirits.
Following this ancient tradition, bonfires have been burning all night on our beaches in honor of St. John's Eve. Revellers have been heavily drinking spirits (which may protect against evil ones; I don't know).
At midnight, everyone quickly dashed in and out of the water and then hopped over the bonfires three times. The intention is to drive off witches and evil spirits (I guess that's if the booze doesn't work). Then came the fireworks.
|OUR BEACH IN THE AFTERNOON: THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME.|
|AT 9:00 P.M., THE PARTY HADN'T YET STARTED.|
Meanwhile, I've finished off the top layer of chocolates, so I'm not complaining (although I may be complaining later about that).
It's 3:04 Friday morning and the music has stopped. The silence is deafening. I'm off to bed.
|ON OUR WAY HOME FROM DINNER AROUND 11:15.|
|TOASTED BUNS AND BEER.|
|NOTE THE BAND MEMBER|
IN THE "OREGON'S PORTLAND" T-SHIRT.
|HOME: STROBE LIGHTS AND MUSIC AIMED IN OUR DIRECTION.|
|FIRE ON THE BEACH AND IN THE SKY.|
|THE MOON ROSE JUST AS THE FIREWORKS STARTED.|