Viva Batata!

Sorry it's taken me a while to update this thing. It's taking me a little while to adapt to the heat. And I'm so spoiled that I can't get used to not having internet access in my room! After my first week here I've encountered a great many interesting and head-tilting things, but I thought I'd share this one with you first...

Now this being a country with strong political/social movements, a history of repression, uprisings and dictatorships, I figured that I would probably see some pretty inflammatory graffiti around town, but *nothing* could prepare me for what I saw just down the street from me on the walls of the tennis school. I’ve attached a photo of it so you can see for yourself. Now folks, brace yourselves now as I tell you what batata means in English…drumroll please…it means…are you ready….POTATO!!!! The battlecry for Mr. Potato Head!

More later...sleepy time now.

Windblown in Chicago

So this is supposed to be a blog about Brazil, but I'm not there yet. Sitting in the dank and depressing Chicago Airport killing time before the 13 hour flight, yeehaw! So I thought I'd finally set this baby up. But I do feel the need to backtrack a bit.

Wow...what a way to remember Edmonton! I simply cannot say enough about the Paco Pena dance company. Quite possibly the best show of anything I've seen, ever! And what a wonderful group of people too. I feel so priveleged to have had the chance to learn even just a wee bit from them. Here's some pics of the after-party on Wednesday. And check out Angel's site at www.angelflamenco.com
And as promised, I will post all the rest of the photos, and even video, for the other flamenco gals.

Smoochies to you all - next stop Sao Paulo!