Brazil: saudade y alegria!
Brazil was so much that I dreamed this enormous country of which I had read and imagined. The impressive nature with its beaches and unspoiled places next to the city possessed, his cheerful and hospitable people in an often hostile environment in spite of natural beauty where it is immersed, his music with the exciting rhythms of the samba in its variations of forro, pagode , roda de samba, reggae or lattuale Arrochar.
Well, at the end ce l? I made starting with a flight supereconomico, I prepared the Valigia excited pulling out my swimsuits and T-shirts and tops, to deal with hot temperatures in spite of the cold Siberian that raged for days in our country.
Despite the 2 hours and a half of delay of our flight and fatigue, l? Enthusiasm for our Travel grew with the passing of the hours, and reached l? Apex when? Plane has overflown Salvador de Bahia, the goal of our journey. All the lights that lit up as they seemed to relax a dress of sequins and paillettes that well represented l? Soul of Brazil. Just landed in a Salvador? Warm air welcomed me and my friend, reviving the long hours of waiting and warming our hearts anxious to discover the wonderful città.Avevo booked accommodation Itapuà, only 6 km from the airport Salvador on the hour of late? arrival. The guardian of? Casa Encantada? We accepted, communicating that we would be accompanied in an other pousada why? Casa Encantada? Case unforeseen could no longer accommodate. We trust and we have arranged in Pousada? Itapua Beach? of Elza Oliveira, a very nice lady who welcomed us with a smile despite the hour late at night. The room was really small but for one night we were upgraded, with a gecko that has given us welcome at the door of our room. The next morning we had breakfast with tropical fruits that both dreamed and discovered new flavors that were accompanied throughout the journey: the mamao, a kind of melon transplanted here from the India, l? We also tasted like milk shake in the hottest days.
Itapuà, is a town with a long sandy beach with lively nightlife, but now little remains of the poetry sung by Vinicius de Moraes, Caetano Veloso, Toquinho (Tarde em Itapoã). So we decided to go to hear the managers of Italian? Casa Encantada ", to find out a little? more of their project on Responsible Tourism (www.casaencantada.br.it). Loris and Mary have welcomed us into their house, which dominates the garden with palms and tropical plants and hammocks where guests can relax while enjoying the atmosphere of serenity and beauty of that. We have explained com? Came right there and the type of tourism far away from that? Orthodox?. But there would be realized only? Sampling? one of their excursions, we did discover a reality very different from that proposed by all the major catalogs of Travel Agencies.
Together with a couple in honeymoon, but their guests, Loris us together in a village of fishermen, Acup, for a trip on a canoe? Rio? that resulted in the Baia de Todos Santos. We could live a? Unique experience, listening to the sounds unusual coming from mangroves? The opening of clams that cause that? Ticking? which comes up in one of the songs from Marisa Monte, the barulinho, and that did exult Anna (my friend musician). And the search of crabs from our two oarsmen, who are stubborn to sink their bodies beneath the mangroves in order to take two pieces of colored crabs and show? but we will make the hard working fishermen who daily face to the land? lunario?. But the effort gives way to dignity and all? Allegria unresolved in atmosphere and in the faces of the people and children who jump into the river are happy to be able to enjoy the richness of that nature, their unique gift. It may seem a contradiction to the fact that Brazil is a country rich in natural resources but are not exploited but are so many contradictions that pervade a country so large and have not found an answer. But just the smile of the children you look intimidated, but to make you curious dissolve any doubt. Visini watch them, while our friend Alberto photographing them with your digital, and also enjoyed taking their feet, we did think about what may be simple life without all our comforts, to which we often do not give up.
Continuing our journey, we arrive after a few days in Salvador, Eduardo guests in an apartment in Barra, the tourist area, yet quiet, a few meters from the beach. Our days flow between the narrow streets of the Pelourinho, the historic city center with all the pastel-colored houses. The sound of percussion is everywhere, the rhythms of Mother Africa are the soundtrack of Bahia. Tuesday night is the night where you can enjoy live concerts in various lanes completely free, and the music of Olodum that reigns in this district (only Olodum concert Tuesday at the price of 80 real), whose name derives from the deity Orixas Olodum. We have been able to watch the wonderful show of Dida, group of 30 girls who play percussioniste unleashed dance and enchant all passersby, local and tourists. And, in case it is not to your taste in the vicinity there are several rooms all with live music. And if you go to the beaches there are many restaurants and nightclubs for everyone: We have tried the bigger, the Aeroclub, a Boca de Rio, a sort of mega shopping center, with 3 tracks air where they perform groups live, and a large container indoors where you play the bigger concerts. We have seen that of araketu (a group that goes to the highest) for the modest sum of 30 reales but for me it was a delusion on the mass of people who acclaimed his idols pouring rivers of beer to the rhythm of samba. I preferred the concert in a local Forrò all? Open beach, where a crowd of kids were dancing the Forrò tenderly embraced.
Instead of days we followed the tracks of the greatest writer of Bahia, Jorge Amado, visiting the museum dedicated to him, where camping posters of all the characters in his novels, made even more famous by the film and interpreted by Sônia Braga and our Mastroianni late. My curiosity leads me to also visit the adjacent Anthropological Museum, with all the deities and their respective orix objects of worship, between l '? Else that day with free admission. Let us get back out there and wander among the various shops, with musical instruments, colorful paintings that show l? Intensity colors, people and nature of this vast country. But the most intense emotions we have always lived in? Interior, still Acup and Santo Amaro (country d? Origin of Caetano Veloso and Maria Bethania). In Santo Amaro, we were able to witness the procession of Nossa Senora da Purificaçao, with the parade of all the Holy Maeda, with their white vestitoni, invested some of the role of the slide? Water jugs from the perfumed iin sign of purification proselytes?. The feast continued with the parade of floats with some groups of singers and musicians, more or less famous, that animated dancers to follow their characters taken from the samba rhythms madman. I would have liked to stay there forever under l? Effect of samba music and the journey back to El Salvador could not speak or open his eyes so as not to contaminate the memory of those rhythms.