|Wall art on Avenida Oceânia. Photo by @OneBrownGirl|
I have been in Porto da Barra (almost sounds like I'm hearing Baha) - a neighborhood beach area in Bahia - for *counting fingers while I try to remember what day it is* four days now. The first two and a half days were spent resting. I brought enough food from home that I knew would last a few days because I knew I would want to shake the jet lag, take it easy, and get some work done that I'm behind on. I'm going to be here for 3 weeks, so there's no major rush to explore. Besides, I have quite the view from this rented penthouse condo. #225degrees
|A small portion of a gorgeous 225+ degree view that I wasn't expecting. Photo credit: @OneBrownGirl|
After getting a stomach ache from the pad-thai-in-a-box I brought just for this trip (I don't typically eat food out of boxes...don't judge me), I decided to venture out to the grocery store yesterday. I used two Portuguese phrases during my 45 minute adventure in the market: Bom Dia! (Hello!) and Obrigada ("Thank You" from a female). I nodded my head no when asked if I had change and nodded my head yes when asked if I needed a bag. And always with a smile. I'm really happy to be here.
Late last night, I watched two movies on my Mac and this
morning early afternoon, I got some work done that is pretty important to me. Then I put down the computer and decided to explore. And if there's an ocean anywhere nearby, I always start with the beach. So that I did. #2minutewalkfromthecondo
|My first Brazilian beach. =)|
The building I'm in is the building between the tallest brown building to your left (under construction) and the wide white building with the yellow stripe below it.
Here is my stroll down the Avenida Oceânia in pictures. Before you look at them, however, I have a few observations:
1. There must be some rule here that everyone has to be beautiful to live in Brazil. Wow.
2. I feel like I blend in because I'm Brown; although as casual as I am, I don't quite have the casual Brazilian look down yet. I will though.
3. The older women smile and speak to me. The younger ones don't. Same as anywhere, I guess. They're preoccupied.
4. I notice that I tend to want to blurt out responses in French. That doesn't work here.
5. I haven't seen one person with dreadlocks. Yet.
|When a sidewalk isn't just a sidewalk. Must be Bahia!!!!|
|A broader view of the main image above.|
|Yep. I've got a thing for mermaids.|
|I love this picture.|
|I don't know if they were playing dominos or what, but I DO know that they were slamming that table, yelling and having a good ol' time!|
|There was a time when my body was hot enough to wear this. And yes, I |
|One view from the tippy top of the lighthouse.|
|On my way back |
More later. I need to stretch out my thighs. Yikes. #stoplaughing #iseeyou