Agua de Coco and Aipim in Itacare
As a general rule of thumb, I tend to look for any excuse to submit a PTO request. More so when that time off includes my home away from home, Brazil. Also, as a self proclaimed "tropical woman", it’s imperative for me to avoid the cold (and the ashy skin that follows) at all costs. This year's attempt to chase summer around the world involved a trip to Bahia to attend one of the largest parades for Carnaval in the world.
The festival is held a little over a week before Ash Wednesday, which marks the beginning of Lent. The push to let it all hang out before the period of prayer and penance makes for a fairly hedonistic time to say the least. The city shuts down in order to submit itself to the revelry, so you can either join the fun as a willing participant or get swept up in the aftermath. This party stops for no one. We stayed in Salvador, one of the oldest colonial cities in South America.
The African influence in Salvador, from the food to the music, is so palpable! It was most influential in our decision to experience our first Carnaval there. As a black American, I’m ever fascinated by, and admittedly jealous of, countries like Brazil. Colonized countries whose people, despite having gone through enslavement, managed to maintain some semblance of their African identities. Though pondering on this can sometimes be bittersweet, my spirit rejoices to live vicariously, even if only for a little while. And when that fails, caipirinhas are always readily available to ensure you forget all your mortal woes.
The little beach town of Itacare
Posted up channeling every last Orixa