Last weekend, we went out with some friends to Lapa 40 Graus, a dance club/pool hall. The band upstairs was really good, with some female leads who managed to sing everything from 70's disco, Guns N Roses and Brazilian classics with a powerful stage presence AND good diction! It was a little bizarre to see the whole dance floor doing choreographed moves like something out of a Bollywood movie. As if we weren't out of place enough...here we are, 5 foreigners swaying back and forth while the rest of the room moves through the paces of an unknown dance, hopping, sidestepping and having a riotously good time. Wish I'd pulled out a camera for a video...
We have new neighbors (Mr & Mrs PH) across the hall, and, wonder of wonders, they're expats too! And in an even odder set of coincidences, while I am talking to Mrs. PH in the hall, she says,
"Oh wait...are you the Jenna from the blog jennainrio? I read that before we moved here..."
Now, that is a first. Meeting a total stranger who is also an occasional blog reader? Cool. Good to have you as my neighbor, Neighbor!
Everyone seems to be having trouble making appointments at CDPI, a medical exam center in Leblon and Barra. This week I spent over 2 hours trying to make an appointment, what with the phone calling and then the full hour wait at the clinic just to put my name next to a time slot. Mrs. PH's Portuguese teacher made the call for her the other day and was hung up on repeatedly, as in more than 3 or 4 times. Why? Because she was trying to make an appointment and they didn't feel like working? Because she doesn't have a landline? (Do people really prank call exam centers???) I'd love to know who owns CDPI, because surely, they care that their staff make it a habit to hang up on potential clients? I'm thinking about investing in a punching bag for the local community. We can pass it around when someone has had a stressful day of waiting...
Tall, thin beggar in an old-fashioned wheelchair at the corner of one of the Generals, sits cross-legged, elegant and languid while smoking a cigarette with abandon. I'm not a smoker and don't think it's a healthy habit, but I was entranced by the luxuriousness and peace with which he enjoyed that smoke. Fifteen minutes later, he'd abandoned both the enjoyment of the moment and his chair for a blanket on the sidewalk and a posture of pleading...
Hubby had a strange flu this week, something he "wouldn't wish on his worst enemy." All better now, to the surprise of Brazilian friends, who find me a terrible nursemaid for not taking him to the emergency room or plying him with "anti-flu" medications: He has a fever? Take him to the hospital! Don't try to treat it yourself; everyone knows Tylenol isn't good for fevers...and why are you making him drink so much water??? Go buy an "anti-tgripal"--they're the only way to make the flu go away. Waiting it out is tantamount to torture, I suppose.
Anyone else have strange Brazilian heath remedies/stories to tell?