I'm on breakfast duty this week.
That means I Take 3 and a half reals and an empty pitcher, and I go get fresh bread and milk at 7am. We get the bread a couple blocks away from a shop that sells two kinds- sweet and sour. Sweet means there are a few sprinkles of sugar on top. Sour just means not sweet. It's just white bread rolls, but they are fresh and warm and wonderful. Next I go to the house around the corner where they deliver the fresh milk. If you get there before 7am it won't be there yet. They might still be milking. If you get there too much after, it might be gone.
Then I come back and boil the milk (because it's unpasturized), make coffe and make breakfast. Yesterday it was fried plantains, vitamina (a smoothie of avocado, milk and sugar), coffee, bread, butter and a substance which isn't at all texture of jam.
We all get up early every day, but it still feels relaxing. We eat breakfast and lunch together. We have daily chores.
It kept raining every time we put our laundry on the line, but yesterday it was dry and so were our clothes. But then, after a capoeira lesson, and teaching a two hour dance class, I had completely soaked through two sets of clothes.
I have proper capoeira pants now.
That's all for now.
Semana Santa, Easter week, is this week, so the center will be closed, and raheemah, Melanie (a cool German volunteer) and I are going to spend 5 days at the beach. It will be two bus rides- four hours to Salvador, followed by 2 to the town we will be in. It was recommended by Flavia, one of the Brazilian volunteers. I don't know if I will be online during our vacation.
For a more detailed account of our doings, raheemah is posting on the house blog: chateaulorange.blogspot.com
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Hotchie doggie and hippie hoppie
Hotdog is pronounced hotchie doggie.
The town is very excited about my hippie hoppie class.
Went to a breakdance class today to promote my class. And get my sweat on.
Then I went to fabio and Sacia's party to celebrate the adoption of their twins. More sweating as I played tickle-karate-capoeira with Fabio's tireless little niece for hours, until finally I became her mount and she waged battle against the other children. They were on foot, but numerous.
Warm rain on the walk home.
And motercycles.
That's not typical for CG, but if this is Willits, then the Redwood Run is coming through town. (This weekend is a motercycle festival. The heavy metal concert last night was part of it.) MANY women bikers.
We were welcomed home by birimbaos and singing under a sheltered area in our rain-soaked courtyard.
The town is very excited about my hippie hoppie class.
Went to a breakdance class today to promote my class. And get my sweat on.
Then I went to fabio and Sacia's party to celebrate the adoption of their twins. More sweating as I played tickle-karate-capoeira with Fabio's tireless little niece for hours, until finally I became her mount and she waged battle against the other children. They were on foot, but numerous.
Warm rain on the walk home.
And motercycles.
That's not typical for CG, but if this is Willits, then the Redwood Run is coming through town. (This weekend is a motercycle festival. The heavy metal concert last night was part of it.) MANY women bikers.
We were welcomed home by birimbaos and singing under a sheltered area in our rain-soaked courtyard.
Friday, March 26, 2010
First Day in Capim Grosso, Brazil
Two days of travel to get here.
Our plane from Atlanta to Fortaleza was broken, which delayed us for a while. But happily Fabio met Raheemah and me at the Airport in Salvador and we got a ride (a 3-5 hour drive) to Capim Grosso!
On the drive I saw a vision of a black bull running along the side of the road. It started veering on to the highway and I gripped Raheemah's leg at the moment when we would´ve converged with it, but it vanished.
We are living in a compound which includes an office, classrooms, courtyard and patio areas and the living quarters for the volunteers.
An avocado tree regularly drops hard avocados, which get put into a bag to ripen. Not a good idea to take a nap under that tree. In fact the roof is broken in three places from avocado bombs.
I taught three classes today of basic ballet and creative movement to mostly pink-clad girls. I will start adult classes next week and they won´t be ballet.
I made juice from passion fruit that had fallen moments earlier from our vine. But I also drank fresh juice made by other volunteers two other times today: watermelon at lunch and guava in the late afternoon. Oh yes.
Bumbling through Portuguese.
Periodically nursing an abandoned kitten smaller than my hand. Nadia, one of the volunteers, rescued her. She´s mama, but we all take turns feeding her and letting her pee on us.
Two exceptionally wonderful things this evening:
I went to- believe it or not- my first ever capoeira class. The teacher had to go somewhere so the class was taught by his very serious and professional 10 year-old daughter. Maybe she was 11. It was amazing to be thrown into a roda without any previous experience. I had moments of feeling in the groove, of riding the wave of the music and movement.
Tonight in the town square was a heavy metal concert.
Yes.
It is a local group, and the town is very supportive, if not understanding. They are the bad boys of the town, but it´s a town the size of Willits, and they´re really not that bad. We danced hard. Once again riding the wave. And here´s another brand new experience: A mosh pit of almost all brown-skinned people!
I keep thinking my mom will be reading this.
There´s so much more...
It´s been a busy and yet utterly relaxing day.
Our plane from Atlanta to Fortaleza was broken, which delayed us for a while. But happily Fabio met Raheemah and me at the Airport in Salvador and we got a ride (a 3-5 hour drive) to Capim Grosso!
On the drive I saw a vision of a black bull running along the side of the road. It started veering on to the highway and I gripped Raheemah's leg at the moment when we would´ve converged with it, but it vanished.
We are living in a compound which includes an office, classrooms, courtyard and patio areas and the living quarters for the volunteers.
An avocado tree regularly drops hard avocados, which get put into a bag to ripen. Not a good idea to take a nap under that tree. In fact the roof is broken in three places from avocado bombs.
I taught three classes today of basic ballet and creative movement to mostly pink-clad girls. I will start adult classes next week and they won´t be ballet.
I made juice from passion fruit that had fallen moments earlier from our vine. But I also drank fresh juice made by other volunteers two other times today: watermelon at lunch and guava in the late afternoon. Oh yes.
Bumbling through Portuguese.
Periodically nursing an abandoned kitten smaller than my hand. Nadia, one of the volunteers, rescued her. She´s mama, but we all take turns feeding her and letting her pee on us.
Two exceptionally wonderful things this evening:
I went to- believe it or not- my first ever capoeira class. The teacher had to go somewhere so the class was taught by his very serious and professional 10 year-old daughter. Maybe she was 11. It was amazing to be thrown into a roda without any previous experience. I had moments of feeling in the groove, of riding the wave of the music and movement.
Tonight in the town square was a heavy metal concert.
Yes.
It is a local group, and the town is very supportive, if not understanding. They are the bad boys of the town, but it´s a town the size of Willits, and they´re really not that bad. We danced hard. Once again riding the wave. And here´s another brand new experience: A mosh pit of almost all brown-skinned people!
I keep thinking my mom will be reading this.
There´s so much more...
It´s been a busy and yet utterly relaxing day.
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