May Day bank holiday celebrations in Chile are no different to many other countries - all the shops close, no-one really does any work, friends and family get together to eat and drink more than they should. This year, our head teacher invited us to a party for her uncle's 50th birthday on his goat farm to the north of our little town.
Arriving late into the evening, Thea stepped out of the car just in time to observe the remains of two freshly slaughtered goats swinging from the rafters of a small hut, whilst the the blood collected into buckets dotted around the party venue, for the patrolling rottweilers to lap up. Yummy. Welcome to May Day bank holiday in the goat slaughterhouse! Straight from carcas to the coals, this was one fresh BBQ. Goat steak is actually pretty tasty, but we both steered clear of the pungent goats cheese which was made the next morning, courtesy of the 200 goats who were standing just yards away watching their compadres being roasted. It goes without saying that everyone we spoke to was one of the kindest and friendliest souls you could imagine. From the newly borns to the much older abuelitas, this was Chilean hospitality at its best.
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