Morretes, PR, Brasil
30/10/2010
Curacu, the best tasting Brazilian beer; it’s dark and sumptuous and just makes sense.
Two American girls in a small bar order two beers.
It doesn’t take more than 30 seconds to realize that we are the only girls at this bar. Hasn’t this happened before? This scene is quite common in small Brazilian towns. It sure beats walking into a brothel for a beer… but that’s a whole different story.
Back to the bar, and the girls. Two beers, and two girls and one table and one conversation and music, Jim Morrison- The Doors, oh yah that’s right I am from Los Angeles, and Jim… he was too. Small laughter from the girls, then Offspring comes on and then Pink Floyd, we catch ourselves singing and wanting to join in on the fun.
A drunk Brazilian man asks us where we are from. “America” we exclaim!
“Oh really, which part?”
I proudly smile and say, “California”, always a winner around these parts!
We small talk in English until the man realizes we speak Portuguese and then we have a real conversation.
“So girls, the bar is going to close down in 15 minutes because of futebol.”
“Huh, you are going to close down your bar, on a Saturday when you could be making money for futebol?”
“Yes, finish up your beers!”
I quietly tell Ti what is going on and we figure it would be nice to join in on the fun. There is promise of a barbeque at this match and we have not eaten all day, hence the beer. We slyly ask the boys if we could join them and we are received with a very enthusiastic yes. We get in a car and arrive at the field.
In Morretes they have a soccer tournament once a week where the community members get together and play. We sit down at the table with other folks and I eat a pastel and relish in its amazing flavor. The game has started and Ti orders another beer, we get lost in conversation and forget to watch the game! “DOH!”
We are meeting a friend at the bus station so we leave hastily and laugh at the situation. We always end up in the best places; we’re lucky that way.
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