Today was a national holiday in Brazil so we decided we would celebrate with them. No formal meetings today so we've decided to kick back a bit. Truth is we continue to talk, even when we're driving, sight seeing or relaxing. This is not the NHL.
We started out with meeting Moizes and his family. Moizes is the principle at the local EBC (Christian School) and father in law of Chris (Krees) our tour guide and Mission Aid Worker. Moizes is a very personable man and was delighted to greet us and open up his home. His words to us "If you were to come and sleep in my house, I give you my bed and I sleep on the floor". I wonder if his wife has any input in that.People in Canada don't know how to BBQ. We quickly light up the Broil King, throw on some burgers and wolf it down. In Brazil the BBQ is an event. It starts at 10:00 a.m. and goes until most have fallen asleep or have to go home. Included is a cooler with endless wobbly pops and today goat was on the menu.
Before the feast we got a chance to visit the ocean. Maragogi is a tourist town with beautiful sandy beaches and warm clear blue water, and if we didn't stick out like tourists before then we certainly do now. The upside is we're not white anymore. We glow in the dark. It's going to be a long night.This is my friend Miguel below, he's the eldest son of Chris and Thecia and often tags along with his dad. We had a grand time digging in he sand. I'm thinking I had more fun than he did (-:
Back to the BBQ, and the smell of goat lingers in the air.
The meat slowly cooks on a rotisserie, rotissery, rowtissery, um..spinny thinger..... and it looks delicious. The meat keeps coming and coming by the plate full. I don't think we just ate one goat, it looked like a whole family of them got the bad end of the skewer.
We topped it all off with a blend of papaya and vanilla ice cream crowned with a berry liquor. Moizes knows how to throw a party, and he's my other new best friend. We left him behind snoring in his hammock on the front porch.
