It’s Carnaval, and since last year I went to Rio and my post describing that ended up being the most viewed post to date, I figured I’d update y’all a bit on Carnaval this year. We stayed here in Floripa, and I’m really happy with that decision.
Brazilian Carnaval, I think, is sort of thought of in the US as an all night samba extravaganza where everyone is wearing feathered headdresses and small shiny bikinis and hooking up all over the place. In reality, most people like to just relax at home or go somewhere that has a beach and have barbecues and sleep and work on their tans. Yeah, some people go to Rio, Recife, Olinda, Salvador–the cities most famous for their Carnavais–but it’s a HUGE hassle and not restful at all. This you learned from me last year.
C and I went out to one bloco on Friday and it was raining really, really hard. The parade and band were cancelled, but the dancing part still went on, held inside a restaurant. Essentially, long story short [still long], the police shut down the live band at 2 a.m., but buses don’t start running here until 6 a.m., so people kept singing and playing drums without any mics, and the party finally broke up around 3 in the morning. We were in the north of the island, i.e. way too far away from Campeche in the south, where our house is, and the guy who said he’d give us a ride home decided to give us the slip (super douche move!), but then an angel sent from Osasco gave us a lift home. (NB: It did not slip by unnoticed that the local fisherman was the asshat in the situation, and the guy who moved here the years ago from the periphery of São Paulo–with an accent that people from outside of São Paulo inherently mistrust, as a relevant cultural note–helped us out at 5 a.m. even though he had recently been robbed giving someone else a ride, and even though he lived nowhere near us.) Jeez, I am tired just thinking about it.
We both got a bit sick from being out in the rain dancing for so long (and the beer probably didn’t help), so the rest of Carnaval has been spent relaxing. I’ve been cleaning the house up a bit, which is hard to do when you have a minimal amount of furniture; however organized you make your little piles on the floor, your floor is still covered in stuff. I also learned to wash my clothes by hand (about time), and that you need to be really careful about washing electric grill pan within two days if you live in a humid place where your only method of climate control is opening and closing windows. To spare your delicate sensibilities, I will not elaborate on that. And today we went to the beach. So basically, the rest of Carnaval has comprised a few normal days-in-the-life here in Floripa. Considering last year’s experience, I am really okay with that.