If I disappear it just might be voluntary

If I disappear, it just might be voluntary so search for me with this background knowledge. Am in love and like with Brazil.   Last night Samantha and I went to a Samba restaurant, the Samba band was probably one of the best I have heard in my life (I have not listened to so much Samba until recently) they were about the age of 17-19 however they were excellent. Samantha told me that the percussion that made the gentle tingling sound was a grater like instrument rubbed against another metal, its also used in the Caribbean to make music - what beautiful music it produced!

Amoding at the Centro Historico Museum.  Favelas in the background

We spent Sunday walking around Pelourinho and both agreed we are starting to really like it. It’s one of those places that delight in its own history; with evidence of it everywhere.

Michael Jackson Square, Peloruinho

We also went into a The Centro Historico Museum which was beyond what I have seen anywhere I have been to. We could not take pictures, however you are going to have to accept my story and am not exaggerating as am working on not doing this- that they had the largest African collection of artifacts that Samantha concluded she had never seen anything like this in New York. A massive array of everything related to African  life, from Children to men,  food to water, hunting, dance, drama, social life and it just went on and on. We spent about two hours in there just looking around. With so much music playing in Pelourinho, I could not help wishing I could share it with the love of my life. From Reggae music, Caribbean music, African Music and Samba, the place feels so happy.


We decided to visit a Samba restaurant that we came upon after dinner. In our tight skinny jeans outfit ready for Samba and cute tops we headed to the place. No bags, or cameras just a little money and house keys hidden in our pockets as advised by Lonely Planet. Samantha had a Caipirinha and I a Pepsi, which by the way Portuguese pronounce as Peps. Anyway after about two hours of listening to beautiful music, watching everyone around us kissing, having a Portuguese man ask me to dance with him and tell me how beautiful I am with Samantha constantly telling him we were not American – the assumption is that they will want an American woman so that they can get American citizenship. Maybe I should start offering Ugandan citizenship not sure how much it will sell.

The most beautiful thing is watching Brazilians love each other, the women and men would get up at different times to dance for their partners, sometimes they got up to dance together and Samba became real! It was a beautiful site. Am tempted to ask someone to show me a single woman in Salvador, everyone appears to be partnered.  There are such poor people here yet they are so happy. 

As I was saying after the two hours, we go to the counter to pay for our drinks and we are short of money. We start to explain to the waiter who tells us, it’s okay! It’s okay!  We promise to take back his R$1.35 tomorrow.