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Published: July 19th 2009
The north east coast of brazil is soooo much fun! Beautiful!! -and brazilian culture is out of this world- people are so nice!!!
So I arrived in maceio brazil to meet the most amazing women, my couchsurfing host, Vitoria, 65 retired vivacious professor of French. She picked me up from the bus station, made me a baked chicken dinner, made me a fantastic breakfast (all for free) and drove me to the beach to enjoy the next day. A truly terrific women, she was full of zest, life, and love. She had just fallen in love and been proposed to by her french boyfriend that had come from, and returned to, France. She inspired me when she told me about her life, and her long marriage that she left 12 years ago. Since then she’s had various loves and wonderful experiences, traveling everywhere and being open to all kinds of things.
So anyways she dropped me on the beach in the morning where I walked several km. Then I met and hung out with two Canadian guys from Quebec, really cool dudes. The beach was awesome and the Brazilian atmosphere of good food, fantastic people, and practically
free beer was in the air.
On the way home I got a little lost because when I took the bus and asked the bus driver where to get off with the reference point Vitoria had given me. However, he, nor anybody else, knew what the hell I was talking about. Thank god my Portuguese was coming along. It was really cute, and a fine example of Brazilian culture, when one woman on the bus overheard what my problem was, she took out her cell phone, called up Vitoria, and made plans with her to pick me up at a gas station near to where the lady would be getting off. So the women took me to the gas station, called Vitoria again to make sure she was coming to pick me up, and then she gave me a kiss goodbye before she left- can we say friendly? Terrific women!
Anyways i returned to Vitoria’s house and after going to the nearby gym for a free workout and personal training session from a sexy instructor who asked me to go dancing with him (but I declined), I came back to meet 2 more couchsurfers, a couple
from Rio, Fabio and Pricilla (nicknamed Pige). They were traveling by car and so they invited me to go to a far away beach the next day with them. I did and it was totally awesome, except for the fact that it was pouring buckets all day. And so we just went shopping and they lent me money to buy some fabulous Brazilian dresses. After we grabbed some food and a beer, Fabio was even kind enough to let me use his credit card to buy one of my plane ticket from Salvador to Rio for the next week. They also invited me to stay in their house in Rio, and to pick me up from the airport, and they programmed the whole weekend to take me around to some of the best points in the city. A truly fantastic, generous, couple!!
The following day the three of us just went out to hang out on the beach in the city. It was mostly cloudy which kind of sucked but whatever. We later went out for a dinner and a beer and that was that.
The next day the three of us took a boat trip
to swim in a little coral pool out in the ocean. It wasn’t so impressive but it was totally fun cause the waves were pretty high as the tide was coming in. We spent the rest of the day on the beach and after a giant by the kilo lunch we went to the market. (You see restaurents filled with fantastic food where you pay by the kilo are very cheap and popular, they are called, comida a kilo). I got back just in time for Vitoria to drop me at the bus station to catch my bus to Aracaju. She was such a darling, she even bought me a necklace as a going away souvenir.
The bus ride to Aracaju was about 4-5 hours; I was arriving around 11pm, and I hadn’t heard from my host so I didnt know if he was meeting me at the bus station, nor did I have his address yet. Nonetheless, I wasn’t preoccupied, I had three phone numbers, and finally a phone card, but I still hoped he would be there to make my life a little easier.
I was the last person to step off the bus,
and the only gringa, not that it matters - I blend in relatively well in Brazil, I was even confused for a carioca (because of my accent) the other day by a waiter who was listening to me speak Portuguese with my friends !! A carioca is a native from Rio de Janeiro- he thought that I had a carioca accent! Lol, which I don’t. I teased him all night about it.
Anyways when I stepped off the bus, there he was. Cleanto, my host, 25, smiling, gentle, and very polite. He grabbed my bag and paid for my bus fare, despite my protest, and off we went to his beautiful home. Cleanto lived three blocks from a very beautiful beach, and near all the night parties and festivals, in a house his father had designed and built (being an architect). However, now he lived just with his mom, (who was away on holiday and divorced from his father, and who had a very young and hunky boyfriend) and his younger brother, 23, Bobby Bonitan.
So the first night I still managed to go out to the June Party forro festival by the beach. Cleanto’s brother
and friends taught me how to dance forro, which is kind of like folk music and a little shitty, but a really fun, and a remarkably sexy dance, with all that lovely hip shaking. Mmm…mmm…. Mmm. Lol.
Later we walked around the beach and lakes that boarded the ocean, and around the night clubs. I ended up turning in around 4 am.
Next day we hit the awesome beach of Aracaju- well there are several but this one was really pretty and not crowded at all. There were giant waves were I played for hours, and where there was a very strong undercurrent trying to steal me. It was a hell of a fight with my bikini, but sure worth it. Later we came home showered and went to a friends birthday party bbq. It was tasty and good, and many people marveled and this whole couchsurfing thing. So you sign up on the internet and get a nice gringa to come stay at your house? Lol. The party was kind of funny cause Cleanto warned me that his friend at the party likes to make jokes with foreigners getting them to say, fish bowl cat,
which amounts to, I did a blowjob in Portuguese- but I was prepared. So when the wise guy, in front of all his guests, told me this was a very common and good thing to say in Brasil, I responded with “porque voce nao vai chupa um pau” -which literally translates to, why don’t you go suck a dick? Lol Foe bom!! (It was a hit and everybody laughed there asses off. The guy almost fell backwards with shock when I told him. It was totally hilarious and he was more than a little embarrassed, cause all the other couchsurfers before me had innocently repeated the phrase unknowingly.
I should mention that Clento was really nice and very helpful, always correcting my Portuguese. I didn’t speak hardly even one word of English with him, even though he spoke relatively fluent english. It was great!
After the party before turning in we went to take funny pictures of all the monuments and things to see along the beach boardwalk. We then ate some delicious tapiocas with salami, cheese, and catupuiry, and also one with banana, cheese and guayaba- they were definitely to die for!! After that I
was pooped and turned in.
The following day we went to a different beach, very crowed, but we walked far away, and I practiced my karate a little. I swam again in the giant waves for hours, and this time the current was not so strong. It was nice.
Later we went to the fair and ate delicious chocolate pastels that were also to die for, returned home to shower, and went out to a bar to meet two of his friends, a really nice couple. We had lots of fun just chatting (in Portuguese of course). I’m not sure how many beers we had, but a lot. This was the place where the waiter mistook me for a carioca. Hahaha. He was nice a made me a disgusting white chocolate drink which I couldn’t drink, and then a lovely cognac, that you sipped with lemon and salt (strange)- but there was a lot of cognac. - and it was all on the house! I probably had too much cognac, as it was a large glass, and suffered a little the next day for it.
So the next day (my final day in Aracaju),
I woke up relatively early to buy my bus ticket to Salvador, and check out downtown. I had a massive kilo lunch that sat with me all day. It rained most of the day and Cleanto and I just walked the streets singing vai toma no cu (check it out on you tube- the literal translation is, go drink out of your asshole- a common Brazilian saying used as f@#$ off, and the refrain of the song was tremendously funny because it even gave you the address of where to go, bem no meio d’ olho do seu cu, which translates to, right smack in the middle of the eye of your asshole). Ya crude I know, but hey, I didn~t make it up! Afterwards he was so sweet to accompany me to catch my bus.
It was sad to say goodbye, and I wanted to stay (as always)- but I knew I was a traveler and had to go… to go off to the next adventure!
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