As I alluded to in earlier posts, I went to Brazil for about five days in order to attend an educator’s conference. Save for a stop at the plane gate because the gate attendants thought my visa wasn’t valid (it was), getting to Brazil and back went without a hitch.
I can’t even lie, it was nice to get out of Venezuela. The State Department put Valencia, the city I’m staying in, on a list of places to avoid. Due to the unrest here, I can now identify and describe the sound of tear gas canisters being dropped. I heard it every night for weeks on end (thankfully, I cannot describe how it feels to get tear gassed).
I went through low-level culture shock when I got to São Paulo, Brazil. One, I didn’t know nary a word in Portuguese. Still, it was freeing to walk around, go out at night, and just be.
The fact that one of my best friends and a college friend were in São Paulo too meant no one could tell me nothin’.
So, here’s a little live music sample of what I think is bossa nova that was being played at a club one night. My friend recorded it on my behalf. I can’t lie, I was asking him to whip out that iPhone left and right knowing fully well my phone (abroad) is for dialing and receiving calls within Venezuela and that’s it.
The woman’s voice was beautiful, and it reminded me of the blessing that was Brazil.
Pictures (that my friend mainly took) will be coming shortly. I took about 10 pictures the entire time I was there, and none of them look good!