On Tuesday night we went to a bar in the district known as Pelourinho. Pelourinho is part of the Upper City, or Cidade Alta, which is connected to the Lower City (Cidade Baixa) by the Elevador Lacerde, as well as steep, narrow streets that are dangerous to walk at night.
Most bars here are open-air, a bunch of plastic tables pulled together to make room for the fifteen or twenty Americanos. I favor capirinhas, sweet and limey cocktails made with cachaça, a sugarcane liquor, over beer (cerveja). I was pretty happy that night. I’d actually brought my brother Lazaro out to come play… and for a little while, I felt a little guilty that I might be corrupting him. He’s fifteen, after all. In the car, we were asking him if he drank… but I couldn’t tell if the answer was “no” or “yes, but I have to keep it a secret from my mom.” Seriously. Well, I later found out that my little brother is a SKANK HO who’s kissed all the girls he’s met (galinha, I think, is the term). And oh, he drinks, like all Brazilians do when they’re babies. So no hard feelings for me! It was a very enjoyable night, with good conversation and new friends.
Pelourinho, though, is a pretty sketchy place at night. Vendors will be hawking every minute of your stay there, and if you’re unlucky a certain 8-months-pregnant lady who looks like she’s foaming at the mouth will pinch your arm, steal your drink, knock it over, or throw stones at you. My family had cautioned me that Pelourinho was sujo (dirty), and it’s a pretty literal warning; there are some areas simply littered with human and canine feces.
All in all I had a good experience, though it wasn’t exactly thanks to the area… I’ve had enough of Pelourinho to last me for the next couple of weeks.
I returned to the Pelô for class on Thursday to attend a tour of the historic neighborhood. It definitely looks different during the day, and some of my classmates had difficulty recognizing the giant plaza that we’d acquainted ourselves with only two nights earlier. The city certainly affords some breathtaking views, and I’ll have to post my pictures. But I think the highlight of the tour was the Afro-Brazilian Museum. The delicate wood-carvings of orixás, spirits of the Candomblé religion, were breathtaking. Salvador has about 365 Catholic churches—one for every day of the year—but more than 2,000 Candomblé houses.
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