Sunday and thank goodness we don't start until 10:00 and traffic should not be too bad. As usual we started off with a large breakfast spread prepared by Iracema and Luis joins us each morning for it. He lives not far away in a house. This neighborhood is dominated by high rises. Luis drives us to the Metro but he has to find a parking space so we are running late at this point. Darn if we didn't show up 15 minutes late. There's always something. This square is the Japanese area of town and the street fair is all about open markets both food and trinkets. The Austin/Iowa crowd goes wild with pent up buying fever. Tee shirts,and all sorts of inexpensive things - a great time to buy souvenirs and stuff. Zosia bonded with a local jewelry merchant that makes her own material. They exchange information, emails, and some cash.
But watch your pockets - as you are looking at the stuff, others may be looking at your stuff in this crowded market. The hosts are a bit panicked as now the cats are out of the bag and spreading out in all directions. They are keen on making sure we are happy but also safe.
We get to the metro station and wait for the train. It comes but it is very crowded. One of our ambassadors gets on the train without looking back to make sure the others are on - the doors close and she is whisked away to where ever. Now everyone is a bit anxious. Will be ever find her - where will she get off. Does she know where we are going - we have to transfer trains. We text her, but response. Oh well, there we go off to lunch on Paulista Avenue where this beautiful avenue has replaced all the mansions with the most creative buildings in Brazil. The road is a pedestrian avenue on Sundays so everyone is out jogging, biking, strolling, protesting.

Zosia, Luis, and I did not join them for lunch because we were going home to have a BarBQ with their family. Iracema and Luiz are in-laws where Iracema son, Wladamir is married to Luiz daughter, Christian. Iracema has another son Igor married to Laura(also a daughter Laura). All in all there are 20 there for party. The two sons are the BarBQ kings making steaks covered with salt, chicken, sausages and fixing up the drinks of Caipirinha (the national drink made with sugar cane liquor), both traditional lime and Mamey, and beer and sodas. Salads, fruits, and vegetables abound.
We get to the metro station and wait for the train. It comes but it is very crowded. One of our ambassadors gets on the train without looking back to make sure the others are on - the doors close and she is whisked away to where ever. Now everyone is a bit anxious. Will be ever find her - where will she get off. Does she know where we are going - we have to transfer trains. We text her, but response. Oh well, there we go off to lunch on Paulista Avenue where this beautiful avenue has replaced all the mansions with the most creative buildings in Brazil. The road is a pedestrian avenue on Sundays so everyone is out jogging, biking, strolling, protesting.
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