Morro De Sao Paulo, January 10, 2010
landed in the middle of New Year's Eve in Salvador de Bahia after daring verosimigliante transfer in times of terrorism, here we are, finally, on our little island!
Three New Year in a single blow! Both per cominciare alla grande! Il primo alla mezzanotte italiana, cotti di sonno ed in volo sopra all’Atlantico.
“Auguri amore”.
“Fai azzittire questo mostriciattolo qua dietro, non ne posso più”
Il secondo un’ora dopo. Conto alla rovescia del Comandante in persona.
Mi sembra giusto: compagnia aerea portoghese, fuso orario portoghese!
“Auguri”
“Neanche un prosecchino allungano ‘sti purciari”.
“31 dicembre, volo economy”.
Passaporti, bagagli, taxi con il fido seppur sconosciuto Paulo Mesquita il quale, spronato dai rimproveri telefonici della moglie accannata da sola ad un veglione, ci ha scaricato al glorioso ostello “Galeria 13” di Salvador giusto in tempo per la mezzanotte ora locale di Bahia!!!
E fanno tre!
Però quest’ultimo capodanno termina a spasso sulle spiagge di Barra, dove i Bahiani vanno, tutti rigorosamente vestiti di bianco, ad offrire fiori e frutta to Jemanjià, the goddess of the sea; where tramps and tourists, grandmothers and grandchildren, they dance until morning under the indifferent eyes of Farol and quiet, submerged by the cries and scents that rise from the carts of street vendors and drunken summer just begun.
The Morro De Sao Paulo, shortly after.
A waterfall of affection that has coiled soft
and moved us in its spontaneity.
The Bungalow is Ok!
Sebastian has already been careful and la mano di Giancarla sta tornando a donargli quel qualcosa di impercettibile, ma per noi essenziale, che si era un po’ dissipato durante la nostra assenza.
Fantastico Sebastian: si è preso cura di Gasperino, del terreno e de lla casa ed ha pure sostituito la guarnizione della moka, irrimediabilmente consunta, con un doppione ricavato dalla corteccia di un Banano.
Vedi ad avere l’aiuto di un artigiano rasta e della sua dolce compagna Morgana!
E la macchinetta rappezzata, vi giuro, con la affidabile miscela “Santa Clara” fa un caffè superb! 
later this month to a bigger house in the middle of the strip of forest that slopes toward the center of the village.
and a bungalow to rent to whoever happens here.
In the meantime we enjoy the first welcome visits, we continue to struggle to practice capoeira, bursting with a million dreams and ideas, we enjoy the sunset to soak in natural pools of fourth praia ;
reorganize ideas in short.
Six months long tough behind, even if he could not look.
Conti salty.
However, not criticize.
Now joy and impatience.
and curiosity, for sure.
to see what this gives us around the Morro de Sao Paulo, and what calls back.
We only know that this remote village is really incredible.
Both solar and fascinating, at least for us, that the sight of such beauty we come to inhibit fear that any attempt to express or communicate the harmony that the senses perceive, should be frustrated by the delicate simplicity of the model.
Fortunately, meanwhile, confirmed and reminded of a little knowledge gained through their attendance at these places and these people:
that
often said as a writer particularly dear to me and Giancarlo,
freedom and lightness.
And then, for celebrate the kaleidoscope of looks, colors and voices that intoxicates those who are taking at the hands of the avenue bearing sand at the beach, "One Love" by Bob Marley at full volume, jumping.
Happy 2010 and that the force be with you
soon,
E.
Ps:
Gasperino appears in good shape and at times polite. Evidently the care of the tutor in Argentina, which we have chosen to mitigate the genuine European culture of which we stuffed, have been successful. The only flaw of having the boy marry a kitten a few months of life with which it shares the bed and bowl games and affectionate early ventures away from the prying eyes of the local vice squad. In short, if the growing properly denoting a vision that did not recognize.
This young Lolita Forastiere called Grenhule (or something) because of the character in a book that Morgan loves, and is now with us.
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