First thing’s first, a few (not so witty) observations,
- I love sorvete amendoim. Peanut butter ice cream. I like Peanut butter, a lot, but I find myself having crises of the mind when it comes to buying ice cream. I love chocomenta…. oh wait, is that amendoim? Oh crap.
- There are a lotta sleeping stray dogs in Brazil.
- I eat a lotta bread here in Brazil. For someone who lives and dies for Hawaiian rolls and other sweet breads, it’s heaven. For my thighs and belly, it’s the lowest circle of hell.
- I drink a lot. Here in Brazil, I haven’t seen a giant jug of tea or orange juice like I would in America. As a result, I’ve become super mindful of how much suco, juice, I’ve been drinking… I drink a LOT. I hate to be the one who’s drank all of the juice, so I alternate between juice and water. The water just makes me sad I don’t have my Arizona green teas… my lifeblood.
- I buy the worst souvenirs for myself. I’ve been trying to be more thoughtful about my souvenirs, but often times, when I see a clay piggy, I have to go for it. I hope Thiago, my piggy’s name, makes it back home safely!
- The view from home is amazing.
- I look super fly in my romper.
Just kidding, Pelorinho is beautiful.
- This church is ridiculously ornate.
The whole time I sat there looking around me, I began to feel even more uncomfortable. It’s ridiculous how… ridiculously ornate that church is! Gold, gold everywhere! I can’t imagine going to that church, praying, listening to the sermon, participating…. in a room like that without being completely distracted. Every time my eye caught a gleam of gold, I would probably lose my mind.
It was just… too much! My mind completely shut down. It sorta reminded me of a Buddhist temple/pyramid in south east asia, in which the lower levels of the pyramid show different scenes of the wrong path. From drinking, to mindless sex, to gluttony and selfishness. The concept was similar here, in which the outer areas show you how not to live, and illustrate a path to redemption. Once you have mastered this, at the Buddhist temple, the highest level represented Nirvana, with beautiful views of the area and open space; a direct contrast to the tight cramped hallways of the wrong path. This church, Igreja E Convento Sao Francisco, was very similar, with this gold dipped interior representing a Heaven on Earth. So much so, that people requested to be buried within it.
- Enough philosophy. Here’s something whimsical,
Eu adoro graffiti legal. Like, stuff like this makes my day twelve times over. Small things! Painting faces on fire hydrants is how I would do graffiti if I had heart!
- I wonder what she’s thinking about…
- I miss home, and I especially miss my family and friends and weather I could predict. I’m glad I did this though. It’s an experience that’s outta this… country, and it’s so different, but oh so similar. I feel at home here, and I keep reminding myself that this love for this place is ill-fated, we will be separated for miles soon… about four thousand to be near exact. But I will return. I have to.
- I leave you with a photo of me, taken by a neighbor named Thiago.