While waiting for the bus in front of the Cathedral, Claudia and I were privy to a special ritual performed in front of our eyes. A medium sized group had gathered around a mostly naked man who was chugging beer out of a pierced can. Then he started spinning with his head on the can, the can on the ground. The crowd counted to 30. THEN he ran to a lamp post, turned around and ran back, Without vomiting. According to tradition, if a man has not married before he turns 30, he is punished all day long on his birthday eve. The man was still in his underwear when a nun walked passed. She didn't look. She was the only one that didn't look. Happy 30th Birthday, mystery man.