It’s taken me WAY too long to get out this first post about our trip to Brazil this summer, but there is always something going on here. There is never a shortage of people or activities, and it’s actually hard to find a few quiet moments to blog. But finally…
After a nearly 24-hour trip half-way around the world with two children, we arrived in Cuiaba. Thankfully all flights arrived on time, and there were no breathless sprints towards urgent last calls. The trip was fairly uneventful aside from one bumpy landing that resulted in the deployment of the proverbial “barf bag” nestled in the seat pocket in front of us. Unfortunately, it was a little too nestled, so most of it ended up on Noah’s pants, but being the prepared mom that I am (sometimes) I had pack extra clothes in each of the kid’s backpacks for just such an occasion. We cleaned up in the first WC we found upon landing, and went on our way to customs. It was just as well for avoiding the long line!
We are all having a blast aside from the crazy heat. I was under the false impression that Brazil had something of a winter. This may be true in other parts of Brazil, but it appears that we have landed in the Devil’s armpit because it never drops much below 80 degrees here, and the average high is 89 degrees. In winter. I told them that I am never visiting during the summer. That doesn’t stop the workers from beating the heat to try to make the final preparations for the World Cup. The city is not ready, and it is pretty clear that they will not be ready in time for the first game.
The kids are soaking up all of the attention and entertainment. Actually, I think their American sensibilities are a little overwhelmed with all of the hugging and kissing! They extend a tentative hand for a greeting, and are pulled into a full bear hug before they know what hit them. The enthusiastic Brazilian greetings take a little getting used to, but I am starting to feel right at home here. Abraços, or hugs, are a standard greetings, as well as um beijo, or kiss, on the cheek.
I don’t think the kids realize how lucky they are to be able to spend the summer, or winter depending on your perspective, in Brazil. They are surrounded by family and friends (who might as well be family for all I know…it seems as though everyone is a cousin!). There are plenty of other children around for the kids to play with here, and they are noticeably different then the children the kids are used to being around. Careful. Considerate. Kind. Although my mom instincts keep kicking in because Brazil is definitely not “kid-proof” , I am comforted by the abundance of mom’s and grandma’s here! I know that whoever they are with will treat them as if they were their own, and I am at ease. I feel blessed to be able to have such an experience.
Of course, with some of the World Cup games being played in Cuiaba, the city is full of tourists, but the Brazilian influence is still strong. I don’t think the abundance of Brazilian flags and banners has a lot to do with the Cup. Brazilians always show love for their country. We drove past the Arena Pantanal and took a few pictures. It was hard to get a clear shot because there are houses all around the stadium.
We enjoyed Brazil first game with a fun group of Brazilians. I thought that Husker fans and Spurs fans were animated, but they have nothing on Brazil! The first own goal was a little heart-breaking, but the three goals after that erupted in dancing, more hugging, cheering, singing, and of course, the musical stylings of the vuvuzela.
Until later! Ate mais!