November 30, 2007
Leaving soon for a visit to Bahia. A month in summer, in the paradise of the Atlantic rainforest, places in the interior unknown by even the people who live in the next town over. Being in the company of the people who know they are beautiful, carry themselves proud of their shape and their heritage – people who, in the US , would be made to feel ashamed of the flesh surrounding their tiny bikinis, Speedos. A month with the dance of the streets, of forro’, of drums – where the sound of a garbage can being rolled down cobblestone roads is music.