I Ride the Bus!

Building Vocabulary

"Malasemasa" My samba teacher used this word to describe the husband of a friend. I couldn't figure it out. Sometimes Portuguese sounds like one long song. Perplexed, she explained that it meant a suitcase without handles. Duh...mala...sem...asa!

This is why I love the language.

Bedside Companions

My bedside companions. Santo Antonio, Sao Jose Baptista, Aparecida, Isabel, Cosme e Damian, Conceicao. Soon they will have homes of their own. Construction under way!

To find your Santos go to the church by Praca Piedade. Look for the rusty gate to enter a little side store packed with religious artifacts and literature. Plan to spend some time investigating the leaflets, Santos, rosaries and more. This is the place for divine orientation. 

Museums in Salvador

Museus! I just found a great map of the Museums in Salvador. The list includes websites and photographs. Written in Portuguese. Thank you Ana!

shine*breathe*love

I love this place.  Relaxed, straightforward, people.  The music and the dance spill onto the street.  Cars and buses make room for the tables and laughter.  Easy dancing, smooth floor, hips circle the floor and find a sway across the room.  Plastic tables and chairs, cold beer, musicians in the corner.  Purses piled high next to half eaten plates of feijaoda.  Fica feliz....seu vontade...there is always next week.  “And where is he?”

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