Showing posts with label Brazil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brazil. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Carreteiro Americana

23 August 2012

Yesterday the song playing in the supermarket while I was shopping was "Fireflies" by Owl City. This is a song I used in many of my classes in Brazil, and my eyes filled with tears as a sudden wave of emotion rolled over me. Whoosh.

I miss Brazil, and particularly my friends there, so much it hurts, so I push the feeling away. This is the part of reverse culture shock that I haven't learned how to handle, after several countries. I'm still working on it...

Anyway, this evening I made some Brazilian comfort food, Arroz de Carreteiro (Wagon Driver's Rice). Basically it's the Brazilian version of shepherd's pie - whatever you have lying around, cooked with rice.


Now if only I could be eating it in Brazil...

Friday, July 20, 2012

Going Home

20 July 2012

Another chapter in my life has come to an end. Time to return to my own country - for now.

If home is where my heart is, then my heart must be growing because there are pieces of my heart all over the world.

This is quite possibly my favorite photo of the entire year. My very last view of Santa Cruz do Sul was of my best friends, who came to the bus station to say goodbye. This made me feel so loved. What a precious gift. I am so lucky to know them. We were all crying at the end - see the red noses?

I was glad the bus was dark inside because I think I cried most of the way to Porto Alegre.

I cried some more when the plane took off from Porto Alegre, and after that I had to accept the inevitable. The TV in the seat helped to distract me from feeling sorry for myself, and I watched a couple of excellent movies. My favorite of these was "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel".

The Panama airport has the fewest toilet facilities of any international airport I have visited. Each restroom had only two or three stalls, and twenty women waiting in line to use them. Tip - go upstairs to the food court, the restroom there was the only one without a line.

The trip from Panama to LA was pretty routine. Here I am waiting for the shuttle bus to go from LA to Santa Barbara. I was surprised how cool the weather was when I arrived, must have been around 75 F / 27 C.
 The LA airport's famous architectural landmark thingy. I think there may be a restaurant inside it.
 My first view of the beach in Santa Barbara, from the bus. Almost home!
 My baybeeeeeeee!!!!!

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Leaving on a jet plane

Saying goodbye to Brazil. My heart is breaking.



"Leaving On A Jet Plane"
John Denver

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, 
I'm standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn, 
the taxi's waiting He's blowing his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.
So kiss me and smile for me, 
tell me that you'll wait for me, 
hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, 
don't know when I'll be back again. 
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down, 
so many times I've played around,
I tell you now they don't mean a thing.
Every place I go I'll think of you, 
every song I sing I'll sing for you,
when I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me, 
tell me that you'll wait for me, h
old me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, 
don't know when I'll be back again. 
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you, 
one more time let me kiss you,
then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come when I won't have to leave alone,
about the times I won't have to say:
kiss me and smile for me, 
tell me that you'll wait for me, 
hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, 
don't know when I'll be back again. 
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Final night in Brazil

18 July 2012

Spent the day sorting through papers, books, clothes and a year's worth of my life. I can't believe it's already over; in some ways I'm finally getting acculturized here. (Yes, I made up that word, so there.) Just when you get over culture shock, reverse culture shock is waiting!

One last churrasco at the restaurant Centenario with my friends. More were there than this, but the Obligatory Brazilian Group Photowas taken with someone else's camera.
And it's never too late to make new friends! These wonderful gentlemen are expats from Peru. Maybe I should go to Peru, if all the people are so nice. (Not to mention that Peru has some of the most amazing archaeological sites in the world...)

Arrived back at my house feeling very tearful, but then I got a look at my bed and was shocked out of it. Where am I sleeping tonight?

I have been on the verge of tears so often in the last few weeks, sometimes even broken down crying. Leaving Brazil is so hard. I will write a suitably weepy and emotional post when I get back to California; now there is simply too much to do!


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Festa Fantasia (Costume Party) e despedida

15 July 2012

To celebrate my departure (hey, that doesn't sound right), my Brazilian friends organized a party for me... a costume party... but not just any costume party, a "crazy" costume party. And it was crazy and hilarious and wonderful.


 The guys putting on makeup in the bathroom - hey, wait a minute! ???

 Kiss, kiss!!!


Makeup complete, time for the Grand Entrance Parade!

There were extra costume bits for those who came without costumes, so many of the costumes "evolved" during the course of the evening as someone would see some accessory they liked better and swap clothes.
 Case in point - wasn't he wearing a hat earlier? and only one dress?
True love?

Friends forever.




With this group, a Line Dance was inevitable - and very funny!

What's wrong with this picture?


The Odd Couple.

The group photo - my last one?

DJ's at work.
Thanks for the dance! :)




The guys performing the very risqué Bottle Dance.

And it isn't a proper party until someone dances on the table, right?
 Going away gifts - you would not believe how much bubble wrap I used on that bottle of cachaça to bring it home in my suitcase!

Thank you all. For accepting me as your friend and including me in your lives. For making me learn Portuguese the hard way. For the good times, the food, laughter, music and chimarrão. For making my year in Brazil one of the best years of my life. I will never forget.
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Muito obrigada a todos os melâncios para me aceitar como sua amiga e me incluir em suas vidas. Obrigada para me assistir de aprender portugués. Obrigada para os bons tempos, comidas, risada, música e chimarrão. Obrigada para fazer o meu ano no Brazil um dos melhores da minha vida inteira. Eu nunca vou esquecer. Beijos.
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Friday, July 13, 2012

Cerverjaria Heilege - Brewery Tour

13 July 2012

A fellow teacher and I were fortunate to be invited to tour the local microbrewery. You might recognize the name because we had visited the Heilige Brew Pub earlier in the year.

Upon arrival we were let into the warehouse, where we were pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful open space with an interesting combination of modern and retro decor. The doorway at the back leads to the brewery proper.
 This space is where they work during the day, and is also available to rent for events and parties. 
This amazing antique cookstove, similar to an Aga cooker, is used to heat the room in winter. All of the little compartments have their own cooking or storage purposes, fascinating and complicated, and so very different from our modern ovens and cooking ranges.
I would love to know the history of this gorgeous clock. It reminds me of an old time train station or bank. 

   
They have tried various bottling options. The champagne bottles from a few years past, shown in the above and below photos, are a very cool and classy way to bottle beer. The refillable jar was also an option in the past, I like that one especially. 
Just like at the pub, the walls bear humorous quotes and sayings about beer.
They have also obtained some wonderful historic photos of Santa Cruz do Sul. 
 In the below photo, at center in the background at the top of the hill is our school, which was then the residence of the school owner's grandfather.
 This is the Casa des Artes building downtown - now sitting on the corner of the main street and surrounded by other buildings of similar height. It looks much more sumptuous sitting alone in its splendor. You can see some pictures of the interior of the building in my previous blog entry.
Nossa Senhora de la Cerveja. 
 I love this sign!
Now we enter the actual brewing area, in which every surface was sparkling clean, including the floors.
Empty glasses... Looks like someone was here before us!
The production board, showing what stage each batch is currently in.
 Looking down into one of the vats, you can see the mixing apparatus.
 What's the combination to make these things work? This looks like something out of a Myst game.
 Which knob do I turn? The yellow one, of course!
This thing is a filtration device, to be used between the cooking vats and the storage vats.
 Below is the cover that goes over the accordion-like thing in the above picture.
The malts, imported from Germany.



 This is diatomaceous earth. I can't, for the life of me, remember what it's used for in the brewing process.
 This is the hopper for grinding the grain.
Here is the mash that is left of the grain after brewing.  It is put in plastic barrels and taken away by local farmers to feed their livestock. Happy cows live in Brazil!
The barrels full of wet mash are tremendously heavy, so they are lifted with a pulley onto the waiting truck.
The hops are also imported and come compressed into pellets. They are not dry like feed pellets, but moist and flavorful, the scent is very strong. The hops are kept refrigerated until use.  
A bit of yeast released from one of the storage tanks. Close up, it looks like frothed molasses.
Finally the distribution - these are different types of kegs and cooling systems for party rentals.

This machine washes the keg using a high powered jet that locks on to the keg. The young man on the right is the brewmaster - a very impressive achievement at just twenty-something.
 The company's delivery van. Love the artwork.
 Brewing uses a LOT of water. This thing was two or three meters high.
 Ahhhhhh... finally! Liquid refreshment.
 Isn't it beautiful? My friends know I'm not much of a beer drinker, but even I liked this ale - very rare!
Our tour complete, we take the time for one last photo with our tour guide, who also happens to be the owner.
Thank you to the owners and employees of Cervejaria Heilige!