A week later

Sunday, our sixth day on this Brazil trip, we gave another concert at the same church as the previous night. I think it was packed even tighter tonight, and the television people brought their camera this time!

I think we did superbly on this particular evening. Everything went pretty smoothly, especially having the camera there, as well as teachers and students that we had met in the last few days. We didn’t quite have our usual dinner as we left for this concert, but there was some nice things in store for us!

This is what I had been waiting for all week… a Brazilian-style pizzeria! The place was Hippo Pizza, and I don’t remember what we ordered, but it was a mix of cheese, chicken, artichoke, ham,… whole mess of stuff you normally wouldn’t find in the states. Dee-lish.

The important thing is, we had dessert pizza. It was between chocolate pizza and and a hot, banana-cinammon and mozarella pizza. The banana pizza is just… incomparable (see photo above)!

Following dinner, we were told by some of the locals (and Ingrid) that pizzerias in Brazil aren’t just… well… pizzas like they are at home. It’s definitely a gourmet setting, for occasions, a tad dressy even. Think California PIzza Kitchen but a titch nicer still. There ya go.

They also say there are three important things during any meal at a place like this. The pizza. The futebol match. The beer. Gourmet pizza and a cold Chopp definitely goes down well.

The next day was somewhat… not normal. Not bad, just unexpected. I think we were asked to go play at a corporate event. 50th anniversary of the area’s first diary-product factory, or something. Company name: Calu. I think I saw a slogan like “Calu, for you!” Anyway, when your day starts out by seeing a motorcyclist with an exhaust pipe for who-knows-what and everyone in the car has to take a picture, then something’s up.

The event turned out to be quite alright with some fantastic dessert afterwards. We also got door prizes, you know, mugs and pencil sets. Great swag. We played the whole Dvorak in a warehouse-turned-party-room with fans fluttering and people muttering quite a bit, but they loved it at the end! It’s these little things that make performing it fun. The little mixer afterwards was fun, but awkward at times. (See photo below of bewildered Karen. I give it five stars.)

We finished the evening by going to one of the state universities to pick up an instrument. Walking into the recital hall, we heard a chamber orchestra playing Vivaldi, and couldn’t help but creep in! We peeked into the hall only find a nice welcome from some of the new friends we had made and a teacher who let us borrow a violin in the days prior.

I found it rather fun listening to another group perform after quite a while. Of the players, we saw Raphael and Isaac, a couple cellists we had seen at an earlier master class and evening performance, we met a few more violinist and violists who had mentioned they’d play for us the next day. People have been wonderfully welcoming and warm to us, perhaps our playing? Where we’re from? Anyway, they’re great.

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  1. Jeff said

    I’ve been to Brazil before.

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