I'm currently in my bedroom hiding out. They have this funny Easter Monday tradition here that boys go ringing doorbells. If you're a woman they douse you with perfume and then expect money in return. So its been agreed that David will answer the door and tell them I'm sleeping. The only problem is, I'm not. Because the luggage dude called and woke me up--and said he's on his way. So now I'm stalking the window waiting for the bell, trying to discern if its a perfume boy or luggage boy.
As eager as I am to partake of the culture, I think this tradition is silly. Edit:: (As silly as a lot of American ones too by the way). Who ever heard of paying for a headache? Which is just what I'd get if doused by perfume. Anyways, I'm told to be thankful. They used to pour buckets of water over women's heads. Not following the logic here. Maybe I should research this.