We were all dressed in our white New Year's clothes, me with my new very light beach shirt that I asked for and got for Christmas, white shorts, and flip-flops. We ate a big dinner that included rice and lentils for luck, drank a few glasses of wine, watched the big fireworks display that was on the beach, and then went to jump over seven waves and make seven wishes.
There is also a tradition of eating seven grapes and keeping the seeds all year, except the only grapes we had were crushed, fermented, and put into our glasses.
It was certainly the most memorable New Years I have ever had. I still want to spend one in Rio where they have two million people on the beach. It must be crazy.
