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Favelas and the Beach - polar opposites
... transients' and their parents, people you pass on the street, people at the hospital.
One of the girls we meet is a former camper and will be going to camp tomorrow. Her name is Gabriella. She is a little shy with her smile at first, but when she smiles it just lights up her face. There are also some older women we meet who are mothers who help with Bible club. At least I think that is the translation.
We stay a little longer then it is back ...
Recife & Olinda
Today, we were in Recife. However, we started our excursion in Olinda, a city next to Recife. Olinda is famous for its steep streets with the colorful little houses. Very pretty.
Then we drove back to the center of Recife where we went to the "Casa da Cultura". This is an old prison building that is nowadays turned into a tourist market. It was interesting to see all the little shops in the old cells. 5-8 prisoners ...
Hey There Recife..
... denn noch einen Platz vorne am Meer gibt, denn davon ist von der Straße aus zwischen den ganzen Sonnenschirmen nix zu sehen. Jaja sagt er und tatsächlich- vorne, mit Blick aufs Meer ist fast nix los, alle Brasilianer drängeln sich dicht an dicht am Staßenrand. Das Meerbesuchsverhalten der Brasilianer werde ich wohl nie verstehen. Ich für meinen Teil sitze schön breit direkt vor der Brandung auf meinem Liegestuhl. Eiskaltes Bier, umschwärmt von ...
Defeated
We don't usually have expectations of a place. It’s hard to know what to expect from any town and even if you have a decent idea, it’s never quite what you anticipate. But, then again, you can’t help but picture yourself there in the new surroundings. It’s like taking a trip to Venice and imagining yourself walking along the canals, it just comes with the territory. So naturally, we had a few idea of what we thought Brazil would ...
A different perspective
... dreams again, searching, searching searching for Erick. Turns out one of the boys was playing Bon Jovi in the kitchen, loud and the music must have triggered some memories. So I awoke like a big old grandmother, 'get that music off its horrible'', picture me with a cane, hair in rollers and a crook back and you will hear the tone in my voice. He took it in his stride and after a coffee or two we both started laughing as I explained what had happened. He apologised profusely ...