On Sunday, Nina invited us to, ‘Zimbauê Celebration & Trançando Idéias’. Uh huh. Yeah. Again, no idea what to expect. So when her and her friend Jane picked us up outside of our condo I asked, ‘where are we going?’, to which she responded, ‘the party, of course!’ How’s that for clarification! Forty five minutes later we rolled down on something magnificent. There was the intoxicating aroma of homemade Feijoada in the air, and people were dancing, playing cards, singing, laughing, eating… there was beer flowing and little kids running around cutting up… I’d say it was like a family reunion, but no body was flippin’ over the spades table. Although pretty much no one in the bunch spoke English (save for Nina) we immediately felt welcomed. We were not guests, we were family, no side eyes from anyone, just lots of hugs and love from everyone. Check out the view–
Cool pic, that’s Jane in the foreground and me in the backseat taking in the views of the neighborhood
I also concluded that just like Black folk in the States, they need no reason to party… it was clear that it was going down, anniversary or not!
MONDAY, May 21
time to revisit the wash & go, adopting their model of ‘
simplistic beauty’. With the humidity rising and our frequent beach
visits, it was a good idea in theory but the thought of the tangles,
knots and dry ends had me sweating bullets. I hopped in the shower,
rinsed, applied Redken’s Smooth Down Butter Treat, rinsed again and then,
while still in the shower I applied AG Fastfood in a raking motion,
gathering clumps of hair between my fingers to encourage a curl pattern.
I got out of the shower, blotted my ends with a scarf, got dressed and
rolled out. We headed straight for the beach and I was rocking a full
on ‘ramen noodle’. I hate the feeling of wet hair on my neck and dripping
down my shoulders about as much as I hate soggy socks, but I embraced
the feeling and resisted the urge to fluff or manipulate the curls as
they dried. Once my hair was 80% dry and shrinking, I fluffed a bit to
rid myself of the soulglo situation and was pleasantly surprised at the
results. It only got cuter as the day went on and I think I may even
get second day hair!
of them spoke English and we only know 4 Portuguese phrases between
the 3 of us, so it was cool how we connected and had a full conversation
for like an hour!
the end of the meal, the waiter brought out the desert.
He did a double take, laughed and said, ‘that’s
Spanish not Portuguese dear! Maybe after one more Caipirinha she’ll be
speaking Russian!’ #ShitsReal
Wondering who that handsome couple is? Why that’s Hubby’s good friend and Kappa brother Brandon and his gorgeous wife Tammy. #YoGotDamn #Nupes
So I was thinking… when you travel to a new land, you have to make a friend to truly
experience the culture. Otherwise you’ll never get past the barriers,
and be trapped in tourist purgatory. We made a friend in Greece (our
host, that we still FB frequently!) and I’m proud to say we now have
friends in Brazil. They welcomed us with open arms and I truly feel
blessed for the experience.