We got up a little late this morning, Gilberto asked me if I wanted to go with him to the fitness center. You bet, and I was ready for some exercise because these exchanges have you active much of the day, but no real physical exercise. It was wonderful as his trainer, who also did not speak and English had me work out for an hour or so. I felt great, and isn't nice that no one seems to be put out that you cannot speak or understand their language.
Back at the house, we packed off to the open market downtown. It was mainly food and we were pretty late at this point, so we went into the covered market to see what was going on. All the ambassadors and hosts showed up and after shopping for a while, we settled down where there was a really good musician. I must say that all of our people loved his music and he played to us. So we art and ate and had many beers throughout the afternoon.
We had a leisurely day around the pool with the family as tonight we were going to go out to the country music dance hall. I was taking my afternoon nap when Marceli came out and said that Giberto want to know if I could join him at the neighbors for a beer. Sure, that sounds like fun. We went next door where his friend had wheeled out a key of beer to the street and all the neighborhood men were sitting around joking and cutting up. Not that I knew anything they were saying but I laughed when they laughed and refilled my glass when they did. We were like old friends. They slapped me on my back when we had to go an hour later. These are some really friendly people.
Now we are off to the dance hall which was way out in the country. It must have held a thousand people and we were greeted at the door by the owner, a woman well into her 80s. But she knew our hosts and we got a great table that fit all 40 of us. The buffet was enormous in the Brazilian way, but the specialty was the fried pork. The band played all sorts of music like waltz, polka, Latin dance music and just plane old popular music and everyone got up to dance.
Back at the house, we packed off to the open market downtown. It was mainly food and we were pretty late at this point, so we went into the covered market to see what was going on. All the ambassadors and hosts showed up and after shopping for a while, we settled down where there was a really good musician. I must say that all of our people loved his music and he played to us. So we art and ate and had many beers throughout the afternoon.We had a leisurely day around the pool with the family as tonight we were going to go out to the country music dance hall. I was taking my afternoon nap when Marceli came out and said that Giberto want to know if I could join him at the neighbors for a beer. Sure, that sounds like fun. We went next door where his friend had wheeled out a key of beer to the street and all the neighborhood men were sitting around joking and cutting up. Not that I knew anything they were saying but I laughed when they laughed and refilled my glass when they did. We were like old friends. They slapped me on my back when we had to go an hour later. These are some really friendly people.
Now we are off to the dance hall which was way out in the country. It must have held a thousand people and we were greeted at the door by the owner, a woman well into her 80s. But she knew our hosts and we got a great table that fit all 40 of us. The buffet was enormous in the Brazilian way, but the specialty was the fried pork. The band played all sorts of music like waltz, polka, Latin dance music and just plane old popular music and everyone got up to dance. 
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