What Happens in Brazil

In addition to a smattering of new freckles and a CD full of samba music, Brazil also sent us home with large doses of inspiration. On Monday we celebrated El Día del Amigo (Friends' Day! how nice!) at a local Brazilian club, and on Tuesday we resumed Spanish classes with our beloved Sofía. Yesterday we went to our first Capoeira* class. Check that: It was my first Capoeira class, ever. Ken studied it for about 6 months, once upon a time. It was fun, and very hard, and today everything hurts. In my defense, let's just note that I am a 35-year-old white girl who just spent a month sitting on the beach. Eating cheese.

Also yesterday, we hosted the inaugural meal of - drumroll please! - our tiny new puerta cerrada restaurant in Buenos Aires!

Presenting... Ceci n'est pas un restaurant.

Get it?

In case you're new around here, opening a puerta cerrada is one of my dreams.

And thanks to our many awesome awesome friends here in Buenos Aires, it was a resounding success. All that's left is to tweak that pesky lasagna recipe before we open our closed doors next Tuesday night. Maybe we'll even have a reservation or two before then!

*Capoeira is an "Afro-Brazilian art form that combines elements of martial arts, games, music, and dance." This Wikipedia page has some nifty little animations of some of the techniques that apparently even non-cartoon-people can do with their bodies. Who knew?