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It’s been many years since I’ve been to Brasilia, Brazil.
But I just saw a wonderful video clip of the city on the Miss Universe 2011
contest so I wanted to look up this lovely city and see what’s changed since my
visit.
First of all, I’m so pleased whenever I can see a show that
highlights a little culture from around the world. We may not be talking world
politics and life changing experiences with the Miss Universe pageant (although
maybe some people or contestants have this experience), but we do get a glimpse
of the background and culture of these ladies’ home countries. And that’s a
good thing.
I remember that the landscape of Brazil was beautiful. The city of Brasilia is a UNESCO world heritage site. Lush
and green as far as the eye can see- it’s a beautiful approach into this
interior city that is the capital of Brazil. My favorite event was dinner at a
local charasco restaurant. None of my traveling companions or I spoke Portuguese.
And none of the restaurant staff spoke English. None. So there we were- forced
to use the universal language of food. And the fun began.
Fortunately, at this type of restaurant, you are seated with
big groups and the food simply comes to you. I hope you like meat, because it
was all about the meat. Big hunks of meat skewered on four foot swords held
precipitously by strong waiters anxious to cut you a slice of their ration. As
many as a dozen waiters just hovered by the tables, fervently moving from guest
to guest offering to shave you a slice and set it delicately on your plate.
Since we faced the language barrier, the waiters got creative. The first waiter
daringly moo’ed like a cow. We laughed hysterically, and many of us raised our
hands for a slice of beef. Then the next waiter approached and clucked like a
chicken. More laughter. More meat. I timidly passed on the waiter thumping his
heart, but I did summon the waiter who huffed angrily like a bull (perhaps
because he also made the hoof-scraping motion like he would soon charge at us).
Soon, we were the most popular table in the restaurant and the whole staff was
laughing with us as we ventured to “ask” for certain meats by miming or
animating the animal of our choice.
Culturally, this is my impression of the Brazilians. They
were as warm and welcoming and funny as could be to a group of random Americans
who walked into their restaurant without even the courtesy to learn “please” and
“thank you” in Portuguese before we went out that night. It also goes to prove
what can be accomplished if you venture out to interact with the town you’re
visiting, even without a knowledge of custom or language.
So my advice is:
be a Good Global Citizen both when you travel AND in your hometown.
Perhaps some foreigner is trying to enjoy your city, and all he needs is for
you to mimic a chicken to make his day.