Salvador da Bahia Travel Blog› entry 5 of 13 › view all entries
I changed classes this last week and have a new teacher who will also be my teacher next week. Her name is Tatiana and sheâ€™s just fabulous. I feel like we can really chat together about Brasilian culture and bicker about the Brasilian men! Sheâ€™s about 31 years old and married, but can definitely identify with me when I complain about how much I hate the aggressive men here (Shes married to a Paraguayan). Although my British friends seem to love the attention from men who have abs of steel (and definitely show them off), I canâ€™t stand them! Theyâ€™re aggressive, machisto and full of themselves. Iâ€™ve even had to tell some that Iâ€™m engaged or married, because having a boyfriend isnâ€™t enough of a deference. Luckily, as long as I keep my mouth shut, people think Iâ€™m Brasilian, and I donâ€™t get approached as much by beggars and vendors. (Which is a great relief because they can really be sooo annoying). Tatiana is definitely on my case about slipping Spanish words in there every now and then. Itâ€™s really good for my Portuguese. There are new students every week, and Natalie ended up staying another week or so, so I spend most of my time with her. Last Tuesday night I went out in Pelourinho with a bunch of people from Natalieâ€™s hostel. I love that place! We made a giant portion of Sheppard Pie and Apple Crumble for everyone at the hostel before we went out. They have quite a great community there. I decided when I move out of my homestay I will live there my last month in November. Plus itâ€™s like $25 a week to stay there and is the heart of Pelourinho. My American friend Francisco met up with us in Pelourinho, heâ€™s a work-a-holic here; a med student whose very busy with all the illnesses in the favelas. (oddly enough, Francisco is my only American friend here and he doesnâ€™t even go to my school. Everyone else is from all different countries - I love it!) I didnâ€™t get home till about 3:00. But I was safe, we had a fair amount of males with us, a couple were Brasilian, and I shared a cab back with Francisco. Portuguese is getting easier and easier for me to understand. Thereâ€™s only one other guy in my class this week, from Japan, so he makes me think Portuguese is even easier because his language has absolutely no comparison with Portuguese.
On Wednesday I took a new Swiss guy at school to my Afro-brasileiro dance class with me. Poor guy was in for quite a shock! I tried to warn him how physically straining it was and that it consisted of a lot of sharp jerking movements, flailing limbs and very upbeat, but I guess you really just cant prepare someone for something like that. However, he did seem to like it, as shocked and sweaty as he was, and will be joining us again on Monday. I feel like I am finally starting to make some progress in that class, however will never be able to use those moves anywhere but here. Though in the streets, people follow groups of percussionists through the cobble stoned streets of Pelouriho in what looks like a parade of Afro-brasileiro dancers. Itâ€™s a lot of fun. The energy here is so amazing! Just the other day I saw a man with only one crooked leg, dancing samba with his crutches in the middle of the plaza, having a great time. Only in Brasilâ€¦
Last night I went to a BalĂ© Flocorico show. It was pretty amazing. It was based on Orixas, which are gods of CandomblĂ©, with some amazing costumes and dance. It was based on the historic traditions of
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Well, I will end this now. Itâ€™s overcast today so I wonâ€™t be going to the beach today. I am meeting up for a cultural exchange put on by my school for foreigners to meet Brasilians who are interested in learning another language. Tomorrow I am going to a town called Cachoeira that is a few hours away from here where CandomblĂ© started, with Natalie. Well stay there the night and be back by Sunday.