For the many of you who don't know yet, after a sudden change of events, Jess and I are back in Canada. Temporarily, however :)
We discovered at the beginning of the month, while renewing our tourist visas, that the only way to obtain the necessary visa in order to begin our job next month was to leave the country. After researching our options, we realized that we needed to return to Canada, and were just as surprised as all of you to be going home. And now, here we are.
I had already prepared myself to be gone until July, and with that preparation, had all the necessary homesickness in place. So now it feels like a special treat to be here. I'm enjoying absolutely everything. I can appreciate things I never appreciated before. As we drove home from the airport after Jess' dad picked us up, I was admiring how all the trees look without their leaves. Yes, dead-looking winter trees are indeed a thing of beauty. Silos too. Even the bitter cold is beautiful. It's amazing what being away does for you. I wish I could capture this feeling of appreciation and gratefulness that I have right now, and remember to feel this way every day for the rest of my life. It feels so good to be thankful, for the small details especially.
I'm excited to see what what the Lord has for us when we return to Brazil, but right now I'm especially thankful to be able to enjoy the present. I'm thankful for this selah. Pause, and calmly think of that.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Adventures in Pirénopolis
Yesterday seven of us headed out to Pirénapolis with a bag full of 18 sandwiches, a bottle of Fanta, various Canadian snacks that Jess and I have managed not to gobble up, and not enough water between us. We spent the day hiking, climbing, swimming in a river, and enjoying the beauty of cascading water. It was the kind of day that makes you want to plan many more similar adventures.
The crew before setting out: Felipe, Vinicius, Márcio, Joy, Jess, Lídia, Thiago
The climbing part: it was steep, and scary when you looked down. We climbed up huge mountains of broken up rock
A picture at the top of the mount. By now we were wishing to see the promised river and waterfalls, but they were still a long time in coming.
After having lunch while seated on large rocks near a picturesque water fall, we had a quick swim and then started making our way down the river. We walked barefoot where we could, put our socks and shoes on when we had to, took them off again each time we needed to cross the river, and kept each other from falling into the current. Here we are in one of our crossings.
The crew before setting out: Felipe, Vinicius, Márcio, Joy, Jess, Lídia, Thiago
The climbing part: it was steep, and scary when you looked down. We climbed up huge mountains of broken up rock
A picture at the top of the mount. By now we were wishing to see the promised river and waterfalls, but they were still a long time in coming.
After having lunch while seated on large rocks near a picturesque water fall, we had a quick swim and then started making our way down the river. We walked barefoot where we could, put our socks and shoes on when we had to, took them off again each time we needed to cross the river, and kept each other from falling into the current. Here we are in one of our crossings.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Certainly Not in Canada
These are many of the things that remind us that we are far away from home (even though the normally unusual is becoming unusually normal as time goes on). Here are a few:
1) Showers - having to justify taking a shower in the morning - here showers are most often for the afternoon or evening. I tried, but I just end up feeling gross all day.
2) Salt and . . . toothpicks (as opposed to pepper) on the table
3) Blistering heat in November/December - the weather makes it very difficult to remember the month, that's for sure.
4) Shoes - fighting the feeling of wanting to remove my shoes after entering people's houses (somehow I haven't adjusted to that completely)
5) No cheddar cheese - it's been almost three months already! They have something they call cheddar cheese, but Jess and I discovered early on that what they really mean is cheese whiz. Not even close to the real thing.
6) Portugized English:
"A gente might have to sair soon"
"Is the key with you?"
7) Seatbelts - explaining to people that I wear a seatbelt even when I'm riding in the back seat because it's the law back home.
8) The absence of brown sugar. Haven't seen any since we've arrived. They've got something called mascavo, which is a dark sugar but powdery, and thick granuled white sugar, but no brown. I would never have imagined. It makes for experimentation when baking (which is right up Jess' alley).
9) It now feels wrong to put the toilet paper in the toilet, even when I can.
10) House plants growing outdoors - the most spectaclar so far was an enormous Ficus benjamina tree.
11) Computer keyboards - you have to learn to type differently or else you end up getting accents instead of apostrophes.
12) Common cutlery - steak knives are considerably more abundant than butter knives.
13) The News - a lot more blood and guts and gore up close than I ever remember seeing back home. We hear about it in Canada, but more often than not I find I actually see it here.
14) The price of Hagen Daaz ice cream - it's already considerably more expensive than other ice creams back home at $6 for 500mL, but here it goes for $9!
15) Maids/housekeepers - it's a respectable job and extremely common to have one here, but I just can't help feeling guilty about having someone hired to clean up after me.
16) Milk - most people use the kind that comes in cartons that don't need to be refrigerated until you open them - Ultra Heat Treated.
17) Gas stations - they're always full serve, and the attendants are often dressed up with blouses that are tucked into their matching pants, wearing a tie, or a little scarf, and waving the cars into their spots like planes coming in from landing.
18) The meal that comes after lunch - it can either be lanche, which consists of something light such as a sandwich and something to drink, or janta, which is a full meal. Or you can do both. This/these meal(s) take place anytime from about 6pm until midnight, and it never seems to be the same thing two days in a row. I've learned just to go with the flow, but truthfully I find it very confusing never knowing if I'm eating for the last time or not . . .
19) It being okay to give people nicknames based on their race, skin colour, body size/shape - we are often shocked. I'll leave it at that.
20) Noise - there are a lot more hard surfaces, a lot more tile, and a lot less insulation in buildings here than back home, which leads to lots of echo. I get auditory overload quite easily when there's a large group of people. At times I wish I could invent an ear funnel to siphon out the things I want to listen to in all of the noisy chaos.
1) Showers - having to justify taking a shower in the morning - here showers are most often for the afternoon or evening. I tried, but I just end up feeling gross all day.
2) Salt and . . . toothpicks (as opposed to pepper) on the table
3) Blistering heat in November/December - the weather makes it very difficult to remember the month, that's for sure.
4) Shoes - fighting the feeling of wanting to remove my shoes after entering people's houses (somehow I haven't adjusted to that completely)
5) No cheddar cheese - it's been almost three months already! They have something they call cheddar cheese, but Jess and I discovered early on that what they really mean is cheese whiz. Not even close to the real thing.
6) Portugized English:
"A gente might have to sair soon"
"Is the key with you?"
7) Seatbelts - explaining to people that I wear a seatbelt even when I'm riding in the back seat because it's the law back home.
8) The absence of brown sugar. Haven't seen any since we've arrived. They've got something called mascavo, which is a dark sugar but powdery, and thick granuled white sugar, but no brown. I would never have imagined. It makes for experimentation when baking (which is right up Jess' alley).
9) It now feels wrong to put the toilet paper in the toilet, even when I can.
10) House plants growing outdoors - the most spectaclar so far was an enormous Ficus benjamina tree.
11) Computer keyboards - you have to learn to type differently or else you end up getting accents instead of apostrophes.
12) Common cutlery - steak knives are considerably more abundant than butter knives.
13) The News - a lot more blood and guts and gore up close than I ever remember seeing back home. We hear about it in Canada, but more often than not I find I actually see it here.
14) The price of Hagen Daaz ice cream - it's already considerably more expensive than other ice creams back home at $6 for 500mL, but here it goes for $9!
15) Maids/housekeepers - it's a respectable job and extremely common to have one here, but I just can't help feeling guilty about having someone hired to clean up after me.
16) Milk - most people use the kind that comes in cartons that don't need to be refrigerated until you open them - Ultra Heat Treated.
17) Gas stations - they're always full serve, and the attendants are often dressed up with blouses that are tucked into their matching pants, wearing a tie, or a little scarf, and waving the cars into their spots like planes coming in from landing.
18) The meal that comes after lunch - it can either be lanche, which consists of something light such as a sandwich and something to drink, or janta, which is a full meal. Or you can do both. This/these meal(s) take place anytime from about 6pm until midnight, and it never seems to be the same thing two days in a row. I've learned just to go with the flow, but truthfully I find it very confusing never knowing if I'm eating for the last time or not . . .
19) It being okay to give people nicknames based on their race, skin colour, body size/shape - we are often shocked. I'll leave it at that.
20) Noise - there are a lot more hard surfaces, a lot more tile, and a lot less insulation in buildings here than back home, which leads to lots of echo. I get auditory overload quite easily when there's a large group of people. At times I wish I could invent an ear funnel to siphon out the things I want to listen to in all of the noisy chaos.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Figaro, figaro
I´m excited because right now I have both time, and that inner motivation to write. The two things don´t always occur simultaneously, so it makes me happy when they do! We´re at Francy Anne´s house in Aguas Claras (a satellite city near Brasilia), and everyone is napping this afternoon, but I can´t sleep even though I´m tired so here goes . . .
The title of today´s post is in reference to my first-ever opera. On Friday evening Francy Anne told us that Angelica had a friend who studies music at UNB (one of the main universities in Brasilia) and that they were putting on an opera for free . . . so a bunch of us went and it was great! It was the students´ culmination of a semester´s worth of work: The Barber of Seville. I have no knowledge of operas, but it made me want to learn more about them. It would have been nice to have read up about the story before we went. When we got there Jess was like, `´Oh no! It´s going to be in Portuguese and I won´t understand anything! Do you think they´ll have subtitles?`` It turns out they did! The opera was in Italian, and they had two screens on either side of the theatre with the entire script going by on powerpoint slides . . . in Portuguese. We didn´t catch absolutely everything, but we got the main idea for sure. I had the strange sensation of not knowing where I was a few times as the opera went on. We were in a very famliar University theater setting (which made me feel like I could be in North America) watching an Italian opera in Portuguese. Hmmm . . .
Okay, I´ve skipped over about two weeks of life since I haven´t really written about our time since we left Brasilia last. We had a great time in Anapolis at Marcio´s house. And I´m not just saying that because I know you´ll eventually read this Marcio :). Marcio´s Mom and Dad, Fransisco and Guiomar travel a lot, but they don´t stay where they travel to for very long, so we got to meet a lot of people and see a lot of different places in a very short space of time. On our trip to Palmas we also stayed over night in Ceres (with blood relatives) and in Uruacu (with Christian relatives). Upon our return we visited Goiania briefly, and then on our trip back to Francy Anne´s house we stopped in at Gama (the same day that the Brasil vs. Portugal soccer game took place there), Taguatinga and somewhere else that I don´t remember the name of. While we were in Anapolis we basically just had a good time hanging out together - talking, trying to fix the internet connection but making things worse instead, watching movies, playing Uno, having in-depth and non in-depth conversation, eating . . . It´s not just the things we did, though, that were important. It was just being able to spend time together that made it so nice.
So, about our job situation. We´re in the process of officially registering everything and applying for the working visa. I´ll spare you the details beause it´s neither intriguing, nor relevant for most of you. Suffice it to say that I´m trying not to be nervous about having to rely on other people to get everything done by our December 15th deadline. I kind of feel like I´m back in university doing a group project that I would rather do myself, but alas, this is real life. Hey, maybe this is why they make you do those projects after all! Anyhow, we´re waiting for a package to arrive within a couple of weeks and I´m trying to trust the Lord that all the people we have to rely on are doing their parts properly.
Which brings me to my key phrase from life as of late: let go and let Him do it. I´ve come to realize that I am constantly (though sometimes unconciously) struggling to control and direct so many aspects of life. It´s become apparent in very simple situations like the one I described in the last paragraph. I get all tied up in knots when I can´t organize things and make them go the way I´d like them to. And even when I pray and tell the Lord I´m giving things completely into His hands, it´s not long until I realize that though I´ve said the words, the ´fingers´ of my heart are gripping tightly to that very thing I told the Lord was His. But He´s won a victory and I just realized it a couple days ago. It´s been two and a half months since I began to pray for Him to take control of one specific thing (during which time I battled Him all the while), but in the end He´s done it. He´s brought me to the point where I can truly say, `Lord, Your will be done` and let go completely. I can see, looking back, that He´s used the people I´ve been with, the situations I´ve encountered, and a lot of time in order to do something in me that neither I nor any other human being could accomplish. There seem to be a lot of situations lately, not only in my own life but in so many people´s lives who I´m connected to, in which the Lord is using time to get whatever it is that He is after in each of us. Which is why I love to be reminded of my Mom´s line over and over again: it´s a good thing we know that Jesus is Lord.
We´ll be in Brasilia for an indefinite amount of time, and I don´t know where we´ll be going next, since everything depends on everything, as it so often does. We will post more pictures as soon as possible. Sorry we haven´t done it yet!
The title of today´s post is in reference to my first-ever opera. On Friday evening Francy Anne told us that Angelica had a friend who studies music at UNB (one of the main universities in Brasilia) and that they were putting on an opera for free . . . so a bunch of us went and it was great! It was the students´ culmination of a semester´s worth of work: The Barber of Seville. I have no knowledge of operas, but it made me want to learn more about them. It would have been nice to have read up about the story before we went. When we got there Jess was like, `´Oh no! It´s going to be in Portuguese and I won´t understand anything! Do you think they´ll have subtitles?`` It turns out they did! The opera was in Italian, and they had two screens on either side of the theatre with the entire script going by on powerpoint slides . . . in Portuguese. We didn´t catch absolutely everything, but we got the main idea for sure. I had the strange sensation of not knowing where I was a few times as the opera went on. We were in a very famliar University theater setting (which made me feel like I could be in North America) watching an Italian opera in Portuguese. Hmmm . . .
Okay, I´ve skipped over about two weeks of life since I haven´t really written about our time since we left Brasilia last. We had a great time in Anapolis at Marcio´s house. And I´m not just saying that because I know you´ll eventually read this Marcio :). Marcio´s Mom and Dad, Fransisco and Guiomar travel a lot, but they don´t stay where they travel to for very long, so we got to meet a lot of people and see a lot of different places in a very short space of time. On our trip to Palmas we also stayed over night in Ceres (with blood relatives) and in Uruacu (with Christian relatives). Upon our return we visited Goiania briefly, and then on our trip back to Francy Anne´s house we stopped in at Gama (the same day that the Brasil vs. Portugal soccer game took place there), Taguatinga and somewhere else that I don´t remember the name of. While we were in Anapolis we basically just had a good time hanging out together - talking, trying to fix the internet connection but making things worse instead, watching movies, playing Uno, having in-depth and non in-depth conversation, eating . . . It´s not just the things we did, though, that were important. It was just being able to spend time together that made it so nice.
So, about our job situation. We´re in the process of officially registering everything and applying for the working visa. I´ll spare you the details beause it´s neither intriguing, nor relevant for most of you. Suffice it to say that I´m trying not to be nervous about having to rely on other people to get everything done by our December 15th deadline. I kind of feel like I´m back in university doing a group project that I would rather do myself, but alas, this is real life. Hey, maybe this is why they make you do those projects after all! Anyhow, we´re waiting for a package to arrive within a couple of weeks and I´m trying to trust the Lord that all the people we have to rely on are doing their parts properly.
Which brings me to my key phrase from life as of late: let go and let Him do it. I´ve come to realize that I am constantly (though sometimes unconciously) struggling to control and direct so many aspects of life. It´s become apparent in very simple situations like the one I described in the last paragraph. I get all tied up in knots when I can´t organize things and make them go the way I´d like them to. And even when I pray and tell the Lord I´m giving things completely into His hands, it´s not long until I realize that though I´ve said the words, the ´fingers´ of my heart are gripping tightly to that very thing I told the Lord was His. But He´s won a victory and I just realized it a couple days ago. It´s been two and a half months since I began to pray for Him to take control of one specific thing (during which time I battled Him all the while), but in the end He´s done it. He´s brought me to the point where I can truly say, `Lord, Your will be done` and let go completely. I can see, looking back, that He´s used the people I´ve been with, the situations I´ve encountered, and a lot of time in order to do something in me that neither I nor any other human being could accomplish. There seem to be a lot of situations lately, not only in my own life but in so many people´s lives who I´m connected to, in which the Lord is using time to get whatever it is that He is after in each of us. Which is why I love to be reminded of my Mom´s line over and over again: it´s a good thing we know that Jesus is Lord.
We´ll be in Brasilia for an indefinite amount of time, and I don´t know where we´ll be going next, since everything depends on everything, as it so often does. We will post more pictures as soon as possible. Sorry we haven´t done it yet!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Pictures from Palmas
We travelled with Marcio's family to Palmas to visit his brother, Maurilio, who has been living there for about 6 months. Everyone warned us about the heat we were going to encounter there, but as it happened, the temperature dropped during the time we were there to bearably warm. These are a few pictures from our trip.
Sanna and Jess on our motorboat ride in Palmas. We were taken to a little island where we got out just to snap a few pictures. I swam in this water and it was the first time so far that there was no cold shock upon getting into the water. I found out the next day that it´s a bad time of year to swim because of the heightened presence of sting rays. I´m so glad it was the next day that I found out because I thoroughly enjoyed the swim!
Fransisco (Marcio's dad) and their long-time friend, Graciel. At this farm we hiked to a small river and swam near a small water fall (think very small).
Travellin' in the back of the pickup - Jess, Joy, Lidia. I eventually got to drive the truck myself back in Anapolis, at Marcio´s insistance. It was only about a 4-5 minute trip between Lidia´s house and Marcio´s. I was nervous at first, because I don´t have much experience driving standard. I´ve only ever driven Mom and Dad´s car. After just a few minutes it was fun though. For me anyway. Jess was sweating by the time we got home and Marcio told me later that I scared him too!
Sanna and Jess on our motorboat ride in Palmas. We were taken to a little island where we got out just to snap a few pictures. I swam in this water and it was the first time so far that there was no cold shock upon getting into the water. I found out the next day that it´s a bad time of year to swim because of the heightened presence of sting rays. I´m so glad it was the next day that I found out because I thoroughly enjoyed the swim!
Fransisco (Marcio's dad) and their long-time friend, Graciel. At this farm we hiked to a small river and swam near a small water fall (think very small).
Travellin' in the back of the pickup - Jess, Joy, Lidia. I eventually got to drive the truck myself back in Anapolis, at Marcio´s insistance. It was only about a 4-5 minute trip between Lidia´s house and Marcio´s. I was nervous at first, because I don´t have much experience driving standard. I´ve only ever driven Mom and Dad´s car. After just a few minutes it was fun though. For me anyway. Jess was sweating by the time we got home and Marcio told me later that I scared him too!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Playing Catch-Up
It´s been well over a week already since I last wrote because we´ve been on the road again. I´m sorry to keep everyone waiting so long.
I´ll try to catch up to the present as quickly as possible. . .
The Woodfords alerted me to the fact that I failed to communicate properly about the job Jess and I accepted back in October. After re-reading what I wrote, I could see why you were confused, so thanks for letting me know! What I forgot to say was that the job we accepted begins in January, and goes for the duration of 2009, which means that we still have about 2 months of free time, which we´re using to travel around and visit friends in various parts of the country.
We stayed in Brasilia from Saturday morning until Monday afternoon. On Saturday we went out for lunch and had salad. It was wonderful. I hate using superlatives like ´best´too freely, but it´s been a long time since I´ve had the kind of salad that is packed with goodies like this one was. I saved the sheet we used to choose our ingredients, so that sometime in the future we can recreate in similar fashion. After the meeting on Saturday night we headed out with quite a crowd to eat pastels. Mmmmm!
On Sunday, Lu made us a wonderful salmon and spaghetti lunch and invited Francy Anne and Francoise over too, so we had a nice time all together. After the meeting at night,Lu made popcorn in their pipoqueira and we watched Mary Poppins together. Such fun! I didn’t realize how antiquated the movie’s language is until this time, when we watched it with the English subtitles. As Jess put it, we somehow always get the gist of it without actually realizing exactly what they are saying.
I was awoken with a start Monday morning, by Jess, who had awoken with a start to the sound of Carlão calling up from the ground below outside the apartment building. We met Carlão and his family (his wife is Carmen and two daughters) last year during our travels in Africa. They have been in Africa for two years, and now they are moving back to Brazil for a little while, but so far only Carlão is here because his daughter is finishing up her school year in Joburg. Neither we nor he knew we would reunite here in Brazil, and so it was a nice surprise on all sides when we each discovered the other party was here . . . now! Since we arrived in Brazil we’ve met up with almost all of the people we were together with in Africa last year. It’s been kind of a strange sensation for everyone – for us to be with them all again, and for them to see us in their homeland. You go to a little corner of the earth and make friends with people you never knew, and when you leave you don’t know if you’ll ever see them again. It makes the world seem so small.
We’d arranged to spend Monday with Carlão and James, another friend that Jessica spent a lot of time with when she lived in Botswana. When we arranged to get together, however, we didn’t except Carlão to show up outside our doorstep before we were out of bed. Needless to say, it was the quickest out-of-bed-experience we’ve had since we arrived. After a quick breakfast we dropped Lu off at work and then picked James up - Carlão had called him at 6am to make sure he’d be ready bright and early. We had a great time together, walking in the Parque da Cidade (City Park), sitting and drinking agua de coco (they drill a hole in the top of a coconut and you stick a straw in and drink the coconut water out of it), all the while catching up on the last 10 months of life. We had lunch at a Churrascaria (a restaurant where waiters come with different kinds and cuts of meat on big metal spits and serve you whatever you’d like to eat until you cannot eat anymore). It was delicious. My favourite things there were barbequed cheese (I always think of Aeden, my dear little cheese fanatic, every time I eat good cheese), barbequed banana (covered in sugar and cinnamon), and quail eggs (not barbequed - they’re tiny little eggs that are common here, but I’d never had the chance to try them). I always feel kind of guilty about the way I enjoy churrascos here. It’s not that I dislike meat, but besides chicken hearts, I don’t get excited about meat the way I’m supposed to (ie. the way Brazilians do). It’s all the ‘extras’ that make me really happy.
In the afternoon Carlão dropped us off at the bus station with our luggage, and we headed off to Anápolis where Márcio and his parents were waiting to pick us up in the pickup truck that would soon become very familiar to us. More to come on that, and more pictures to come soon.
One last thing before I go is that Luciana gave us a cell phone (thanks again!) so now we’ve got a number if you need/want to reach us. If you want the number, send me an email and I’ll send it to you.
I´ll try to catch up to the present as quickly as possible. . .
The Woodfords alerted me to the fact that I failed to communicate properly about the job Jess and I accepted back in October. After re-reading what I wrote, I could see why you were confused, so thanks for letting me know! What I forgot to say was that the job we accepted begins in January, and goes for the duration of 2009, which means that we still have about 2 months of free time, which we´re using to travel around and visit friends in various parts of the country.
We stayed in Brasilia from Saturday morning until Monday afternoon. On Saturday we went out for lunch and had salad. It was wonderful. I hate using superlatives like ´best´too freely, but it´s been a long time since I´ve had the kind of salad that is packed with goodies like this one was. I saved the sheet we used to choose our ingredients, so that sometime in the future we can recreate in similar fashion. After the meeting on Saturday night we headed out with quite a crowd to eat pastels. Mmmmm!
On Sunday, Lu made us a wonderful salmon and spaghetti lunch and invited Francy Anne and Francoise over too, so we had a nice time all together. After the meeting at night,Lu made popcorn in their pipoqueira and we watched Mary Poppins together. Such fun! I didn’t realize how antiquated the movie’s language is until this time, when we watched it with the English subtitles. As Jess put it, we somehow always get the gist of it without actually realizing exactly what they are saying.
I was awoken with a start Monday morning, by Jess, who had awoken with a start to the sound of Carlão calling up from the ground below outside the apartment building. We met Carlão and his family (his wife is Carmen and two daughters) last year during our travels in Africa. They have been in Africa for two years, and now they are moving back to Brazil for a little while, but so far only Carlão is here because his daughter is finishing up her school year in Joburg. Neither we nor he knew we would reunite here in Brazil, and so it was a nice surprise on all sides when we each discovered the other party was here . . . now! Since we arrived in Brazil we’ve met up with almost all of the people we were together with in Africa last year. It’s been kind of a strange sensation for everyone – for us to be with them all again, and for them to see us in their homeland. You go to a little corner of the earth and make friends with people you never knew, and when you leave you don’t know if you’ll ever see them again. It makes the world seem so small.
We’d arranged to spend Monday with Carlão and James, another friend that Jessica spent a lot of time with when she lived in Botswana. When we arranged to get together, however, we didn’t except Carlão to show up outside our doorstep before we were out of bed. Needless to say, it was the quickest out-of-bed-experience we’ve had since we arrived. After a quick breakfast we dropped Lu off at work and then picked James up - Carlão had called him at 6am to make sure he’d be ready bright and early. We had a great time together, walking in the Parque da Cidade (City Park), sitting and drinking agua de coco (they drill a hole in the top of a coconut and you stick a straw in and drink the coconut water out of it), all the while catching up on the last 10 months of life. We had lunch at a Churrascaria (a restaurant where waiters come with different kinds and cuts of meat on big metal spits and serve you whatever you’d like to eat until you cannot eat anymore). It was delicious. My favourite things there were barbequed cheese (I always think of Aeden, my dear little cheese fanatic, every time I eat good cheese), barbequed banana (covered in sugar and cinnamon), and quail eggs (not barbequed - they’re tiny little eggs that are common here, but I’d never had the chance to try them). I always feel kind of guilty about the way I enjoy churrascos here. It’s not that I dislike meat, but besides chicken hearts, I don’t get excited about meat the way I’m supposed to (ie. the way Brazilians do). It’s all the ‘extras’ that make me really happy.
In the afternoon Carlão dropped us off at the bus station with our luggage, and we headed off to Anápolis where Márcio and his parents were waiting to pick us up in the pickup truck that would soon become very familiar to us. More to come on that, and more pictures to come soon.
One last thing before I go is that Luciana gave us a cell phone (thanks again!) so now we’ve got a number if you need/want to reach us. If you want the number, send me an email and I’ll send it to you.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Chegamos
We (Esdras, Rodrigo, Jess and I) were a little rushed to get to Sao Jose do Rio Preto last night, but we made it to the bus station about 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to leave. Thankfully it was an hour late, so we bought our tickets and headed out to grab something to eat, knowing we had to be back before 9:30, the new departure time. We got back in time, and it turned out that the bus had already left. Somehow in the time we left, the man who sold us the tickets forgot he´d about us and told the driver to go ahead because there were no more passengers. So the company called the bus to wait, and put us in a taxi so that we could catch up with them. Never a dull moment!
We arrived in Brasilia at 7:30 this morning, after a night of fitful sleep trying to ignore the barulho made by the snorer next to us. The wheel on Jess´suitcase has stopped rolling again, and so she had to carry it through the station. I had to use the non-extendable handle on my suitcase (which forces me to hunch rather awkwardly as I pull it behind me) as I gently pushed our small suitcase (I´m pretty sure one of its wheels is on the way out) in front of me. It was pretty slow going between the two of us, and we had to stop now and then so Jess could rest her arms. There´s no doubt about it. We were a spectacle as we moved. People stared. Shamelessly. The upside, we laughed about later, is that if anyone else tries to take off with our luggage, they´re in for a surprise.
Lu and Marcelo were there to pick us up, except we were waiting where they weren´t and vice versa. So it took us half an hour to meet up. We had breakfast at a bakery and ate the best misto quente (ususally a ham and melted cheese sandwich) I´ve ever had - peito de peru (turkey breast) and queijo minas (a fresh, white cheese). We´re at Lu´s house now, resting and catching up on lost sleep. I´ll keep you posted as things unfold here.
We arrived in Brasilia at 7:30 this morning, after a night of fitful sleep trying to ignore the barulho made by the snorer next to us. The wheel on Jess´suitcase has stopped rolling again, and so she had to carry it through the station. I had to use the non-extendable handle on my suitcase (which forces me to hunch rather awkwardly as I pull it behind me) as I gently pushed our small suitcase (I´m pretty sure one of its wheels is on the way out) in front of me. It was pretty slow going between the two of us, and we had to stop now and then so Jess could rest her arms. There´s no doubt about it. We were a spectacle as we moved. People stared. Shamelessly. The upside, we laughed about later, is that if anyone else tries to take off with our luggage, they´re in for a surprise.
Lu and Marcelo were there to pick us up, except we were waiting where they weren´t and vice versa. So it took us half an hour to meet up. We had breakfast at a bakery and ate the best misto quente (ususally a ham and melted cheese sandwich) I´ve ever had - peito de peru (turkey breast) and queijo minas (a fresh, white cheese). We´re at Lu´s house now, resting and catching up on lost sleep. I´ll keep you posted as things unfold here.
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