While we’re traveling between worlds I thought I’d give you a glimpse of our previous life in Brazil. This is the third of three different day or weekend trips we enjoyed when we lived here before.
This post was originally published on Oct. 18th, 2011 on my old blog. At the time we lived only a two hour drive away from Aldeia Velha where we spent a fantastic but very wet weekend with friends. I wrote about this weekend before, but I’m including a lot more in this post.
Our wet weekend started late on Friday night when we joined the weekend traffic headed towards Rio. We didn’t have far to go, which is a good thing. The traffic was getting worse as the night wore on and we were glad to get out of it after only about ninety minutes. It wasn’t raining yet, so the final 6km of dirt road we had to cover just about choked us to death with dust before we got there. I had no idea what to expect, and I was happily surprised when we arrived. A good sized place with ten rooms, a covered rooftop area with hammocks and comfortable chairs, a patio dining area for breakfast, a pool and semi-warm hot tub, a pool table, outdoor kitchen and party area, and a friendly owner who happened to work for Brian. Our room was clean and comfortable, and our mystery plans were all in place. I didn’t have to do any planning or coordinating at all. That’s the way to make this girl happy for her birthday!
We were up early for breakfast and had a bit of rain. It didn’t stop all weekend long, but that didn’t slow us down. It’s just water, right?
Besides, I loved the misty clouds. Everything felt so clean, even considering the mud. It was a great weekend for snuggling.
And wet or not, who could not love a view like that right out the back window?
We spent Saturday horseback riding in the forest, which I showed you with the last post.
When we got back we were wet, sweaty, muddy and tired but we had big smiles on our faces. I took a toasty hot shower, but Brian decided to get clean in the warm-tub. It was a bit too cold for me, but for the boy who grew up swimming in the North Sea it was heaven. Look at that smile! He’s got water to play in, and a beer after a fun day. He’s a happy man. What rain?
The owner’s wife made us three kinds of soup to warm us up. All fresh, all from scratch, and all so good! Split pea soup is one of my favorite things so I filled up on three bowls of that!
We spent the early evening relaxing outside by the pool, under the covered patio where Brian proceeded to kill me at checkers. It’s been so long since I played that I forgot how I totally suck at checkers. Drat.
As Saturday night progressed we watched Luis set up the decorations for the 70’s Disco party happening that night. There were streamers, strobe lights, mirror balls, lasers and a fog machine. There was also food and a great variety of party hats and funky sunglasses. The best part was the music videos! OMG, we lost our minds in the 70’s. The costumes! The moves! The spandex!
What else is there to do but participate?!
Glaucio and Denise spent the weekend with us, and I’m so glad they came!
We talked for hours all afternoon and night, all in a wild mix of Portuguese and English (heavily tilting towards Portuguese), which was really fun.
Before we knew it, we were all dancing.
Have you met me? I don’t dance! The fact that I did, and let someone film it should be a clue that I had one of these:
That’s Brazilian made vodka. I didn’t care so much about the vodka, but I kind of wanted to keep that very cool bottle.
Brian had more than one vodka and coke, which is why I have photos of him like this:
Actually, that’s not true. Even stone cold sober he likes to dance, and I think the man has no shame at all. Funny hats? Goofy photos? Dirty jokes? He’s your man! He puts his whole self out there for all to see, which is one of the things I love about him.
Half way through our weekend and we were all happy. A bit damp, but happy.
Sunday morning we had another beautiful breakfast and put on our hiking shoes and bathing suits.
When we got back, it was well past lunch time and we were starving. And wet. And happy. We took a muddy walk down to a local place to eat.
I loved this tiny little village with its dirt roads and chickens in the streets. It’s a bit out of the way to arrive, but worth every bit of the drive. It’s peaceful, friendly and beautiful. It seemed like they carved it right out of the forest and kept all the beautiful bits of scenery. Surrounded by mountains and trees, we felt like we were a hundred miles from anywhere, and fifty years in the past, but we were really only about an hour or so from home.
Happily there was no cell phone reception, so Brian really got an actual break from work. Need to call somebody? Go find the nearest lion monkey.
My birthday wasn’t until the following weekend, but this weekend was my celebration with Brian. He planned it all for me and took care of everything. Never in the twenty years before I came to Brazil with him have I had a trip, an event, a weekend away unless I researched, planned and arranged for everything myself. I don’t mind doing it, but it feels so good to be taken care of sometimes.
I love that he knows what I like and set it up. I love that he likes to do the same things and we can enjoy them together. I love that he took time off of work for me when I know how difficult that was at the time. I love that he makes me a priority as much as he possibly can.
I am a lucky woman.