A Festa Brasileira
The first ever Brazilian pavilion at Folklorama meant a sea of green and yellow and waiting in line com o povo brasileiro for more than an hour to get in. In true Brazilian style there was samba a-plenty, a little forro, and a very impressive capoeira show. Portuguese all around, feijoada and brigadeiros, washed down with a guarana, made you feel almost like you were in the under side of the world. But a quick look around the hockey arena sans ice you were sitting in was a jolting reminder that, yup, in a few short months this won’t feel anything like Brazil.
Adorable baby Marco with his favourite tia, Ronete
Sarah: When I grow up I'm going to be a samba dancer!
Me and Celia: If our dads are Brazilian, why don't they have any rhythym?!?
posted by Ang at 20:11
3 Comments:
Hi Angela!!
I´m happy that you have fun at home! Wesley went to America yesterday and it is so weird, Bamberg...I´m waiting for you:-)), I saw Samuel today, and you know what I´m going to a disco with him tomorrow:-)), hope to hear from you, is it your sister Angela? she is very nice.monika
ooo it´s Celia :-),
ooo it´s Celia :-),
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