“La Vendimia” is the most important event here in Mendoza…one of the most important in Argentina. I made a post about it in March with a short history about “la Vendimia,” so I will not gab on about it. “La Vendimia” is what Mendoza is all about. I signed myself up to see if I could reach my lifetime dream of becoming the queen of “la Vendimia.” Honestly, it was always something I wanted to achieve. Not because I believe I am beautiful, because I am not, but it is the only way my clumsy self can make use of my tallness. Therefore, I signed myself up. (Plus, a lot of you may not know or believe this, but I like dressing up! And, wearing heels.)
We had the departmental election on the 16th. The festival was absolutely amazing. Honestly, I was surprised by how much I absolutely enjoyed it. The festival’s show was based on a “recipe” that a chef was making of Godoy Cruz. It included a little bit of Spanish, Italian, German, and Arabian flavor with a touch of sun, futbol, and, obviously, viento Zonda. These were represented by about 300 dancers and a stray dog that randomly decided to jump on stage. It was honestly a pleasure to watch.
It was quite an experience to be on stage in front of thousands of people. I did not have to say a word, but it was breathtaking. Usually, when I am in front of a lot of people or even just a few people that I have not met yet, I am slightly timid and nervous—I feel uncomfortable and believe that everyone is judging me because I am tall, ugly, big feet, my hair is not perfect, etc. However, something that I find extremely interesting about this whole experience is that when on a stage in front of thousands of people, I am eerily comfortable. I believe it is because the “thousands of people” in front of me have no faces…have no apparent significance…they are many of many and I really cannot pinpoint the judgment that they are most certainly proposing. Plus, I am basically blind. So, a face, eyes, or mouth are honestly impossible to see. Therefore, even if EVERYONE were talking about me or judging my large athletic legs, I could not even tell.
Is this not a sentiment that most people feel? Honestly, I am an anxious mess when I am around a new group of people. I do not speak, I feel as if everyone is judging me, and if someone even dares to look at me I feel as if it is because I have some huge black mark on my forehead…or nose. Yet, I have always been able to read speeches, speak in front of people, live, and present myself in front of an audience and everything comfortably. I think this is because this multitude of people does not have anything specific about them. Not trying to be mean, at all, but it is true…when you do not know who is out there, it kind of just makes the mass of people just something there to listen to.
(Just for everyone’s information, supposedly I was selected 3rd out of all of the “queens” in our department…the young queen who was selected queen of our department will move on to, not only represent Godoy Cruz the entire year, but be in the running to become the queen of la Vendimia. Did I tell you that the departmental queens get paid a salary for the entire year? Well, yes. And, if you are selected queen of la Vendimia, you are compensated for life. This event really is a big deal.)
K bye.
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