Onde você mora? Moro na comunidade.
Comunidade, Morro and Favela are all words for what we call the slums of Brasil.
And to be sure, it’s where you’ll find the areas of poverty and urban neglect. But take a closer look. In fact, go inside and get to know one of these hoods. What you find will always (always) surprise you.
Here is a link to one of the many favela revitalization projects underway.
A favela está mudando — está evoluindo e transformando!
Hoje é dia de São Sebastião, santo que protege o Rio de Janeiro.
Assim como São Jorge, São Sebastião foi um dos soldados romanos mártires e santos. *Notice that in this sentence the “assim como” means “just like.”
A cor que simboliza esse santo é a cor vermelha, cor de suas vestes antes de morrer.
Há muitas comemorações e festas nas igrejas católicas e na umbanda, no qual São Sebastião é conhecido como Oxóssi.
A escola de samba no Rio de Janeiro, Beija Flor (“hhummingbird”) ganhou o título novamente, becoming a Tetracampeã – seven-time winner of the competition.
GANHAR = to win
CAMPEÃO / CAMPEÃ = champion
A Beija-Flor apostou numa proposta diferente esse ano: alegorias mais limpas e fantasias mais leves. Tudo feito com a mesma categoria e qualidade característica da agremiação de Nilópolis, mas com um ingrediente irresistível: a emoção.
Parabéns Beija Flor!!!
Nothing is done by half in Rio … except the size of the bikinis. Photo: Paul Bernhardt/Lonely Planet
From the sexy beaches and clubs to the dangerous slums, Larissa Ham is electrified by the energy of Rio de Janeiro.
It isn’t the endless parade of deliciously bronzed, abdominally blessed men, the dancing, the endless cracking music or even sunsets with an icy Caipirinha cocktail in hand and my toes in the sand that gets me.
No, the moment I know Brazil will become a place close to my heart is when, after several hours of rain soaking Ipanema Beach, the sun appears from behind a cloud, and hundreds of people begin clapping.
I look around just to check I haven’t been mistaken, but apart from the countless Brazilian beefcakes lining the sand, the sun is the only thing meriting this kind of frantic applause.
Smiles abound, and the crowds, who have taken shelter under beach umbrellas, return to the sands to resume the parade of flesh, volleyballing and tanning.
Brazil, and in particular Rio de Janeiro, the host city for the 2016 Olympics, is not a place where things are done by half. Unless, of course, you’re talking bikini bottoms, and then it’s more like a eighth.
When my plane from Buenos Aires touches down, to hearty applause from those on board, I know I am in for something special. A middle-aged man in a floral shirt, clearly itching to get off the plane, asks me “Is this your first time in Rio?” “It’s a very special place,” he says, excitement lighting up his features.
I’m glad of the reassurance. The week before I left to tackle this part of the trip solo, a police helicopter was gunned out of the sky in Rio, buses were set ablaze and at least 17 people killed in fierce drug battles. I was scared, and preparing to fire off a daily text message to my mother back home.
But now here I am. In Rio. Peering out the window of the bus to my hostel, it’s dark, and even though I can’t see the beach, I can’t help feel a few flickers of anticipation.
Some pix from local newspaper in Rio de Janeiro of new years’ – the day after.
Após das festas
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Ok now, let’s get an online store set up shall we?
Liking the e-commerce plugin from Instinct. Trying the free version first 
… but i’m skeptical that it’s going to do everything we need. The “gold” version looks affordable though so, hmm.
Also want to give a shout-out to Smashing Magazine for publishing great tips for hacking wordpress. Valeu!
And now, a pic from the favela Pavão Pavãzinho (copacabana). Check-out the dividing line here!
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