Okay, here are the Halloween pictures I managed to take. The rest are in my Mom's camera and we don't have the cable for it, so mostly I've got pumpkins (those blue things are candles in cups, since it was so windy that the tea lights kept going out).
I was planning on getting some really good pictures of the kids' costumes before they went out, but a whole crowd of their friends appeared and started changing at our house. Somehow our house got picked to be Halloween headquarters, so we had bits of clothing and costumes all over the living room, kids checking themselves out in the bathroom mirror, a frenzied hunt for plastic bags, and I was offered up by Carmen as makeup artist for the whole bunch. Then, in a whirlwind they were gone, and my Mom and I were left holding down the fort, trying to keep the candles from blowing out, and the boys from sticking their fingers in them...what is it about boys that attracts them to fire like moths to a flame?
We got a whole load of trick-or-treaters, which is funny since Halloween didn't exist here a few years back. One year I carved a pumpkin with the kids and put it in the window as a surprise for my husband. The kids waited impatiently for him to come home, when suddenly the doorbell rang. When I answered I heard, "Truco o Trato!" It was a small group of kids that had dressed up and decided to go out trick-or-treating. I guess they learned about Halloween in their English classes and they figured where there's a pumpkin, there's candy. I didn't even have any candy ready. So, I scrounged up some really old candy that we had left from a party and crossed my fingers that it wouldn't make them sick. The next year we put up some more decorations, and we got several groups of kids. This time I had some candy ready, and when I saw the same kids from the year before at least I knew I hadn't given them food poisoning. Whew!
Now, six years later, almost all the kids in the neighborhood go trick-or-treating. They're all really curious and they ask if I'm American or English, and if the pumpkins are real, and where did I get the music...some of them even say, "Trick or treat" and "thank you" in English. Every year we add to the decorations; now we're up to three pumpkins, a black backdrop with the moon and some bats, a ghost, candles, and scary music...where will this end? (Next year I'll have to get my hands on some dry ice or something.) Now I just wonder which came first, the pumpkin or the kids? Was it my pumpkin that started all this? I kind of feel responsible for introducing this strange custom to these kids...but hey, I wasn't the one who told them to throw eggs at the houses.