Carnivale Time!

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Being a Louisiana native, experiencing Mardi Gras is something that I was able to check off of my bucket list many times over the years.

If attending Mardi Gras was number one on my list of all-time greatest parties, then experiencing Rio’s Carnivale was a close second.

The thought of attending Carnivale in Rio was something that had intrigued me for many years. I had been to Rio before and although I had navigated the city without incident, I must admit, I understood that it wasn’t the safest of places, so trying to find a hotel room and trying to figure out how the parades worked scared me off.

Luckily, I found myself in the position to be able to travel to Rio for work during Carnivale and actually be there for a whole forty-eight hours! The hotel room was secured, but I still had a lot of work to do to figure out how to go to the parades and festivities. And where were they by the way?

After phone calls to a friend with contacts in the city and a lot of googling, I learned a lot. Mainly that Carnival’s festivities differ a bit from Mardi Gras.

A friend explained that she had visited before and took part in the street parties that navigated the roadways in many of the neighborhoods. She described the costumes that the participants wore (a lot of tu-tus and bikini tops) and how crowded the areas could become thus necessitating many security measures. It was definitely something I probably would not want to do alone. She had never, however, gone to the Sambadrome to see the parades that roll through nightly.

Hmmm. Costumes needed to be packed and I was informed that the hotel would probably have a schedule for the street parties. But…this was not what I envisioned.

The Sambadrome…this was what I wanted to do! How could I say I had been to Rio’s Carnivale and not get to truly experience it in the Sambadrome? It did not take long to find a few websites advertising tickets for the parades. And yes…we were arriving Saturday morning and there were still tickets for that night’s festivities in the Sambadrome! Now, I just had to find friends to join me or would I be comfortable going by myself?

Reaching out to my coworkers, I found that a couple were excited to accompany me. We purchased tickets for Saturday night and everything was in place for a fun time.

And then I got the text.

Another of my coworkers, who originally hails from Rio, received a call from a friend. Did she or anyone else want to be a part of the Santa Cruz Samba school in the parade Saturday night?

Even though we had just purchased our tickets to watch the parade, we decided that this was an opportunity that we could not pass up! We could actually be IN the parade! This was truly the opportunity of a lifetime!

Quickly forwarding our costume sizes, we then found that we had to learn a song for our debut in the Sambadrome!

In Portuguese!

The day before the parade!

We embraced the challenge and wrote the song out phonetically…a bit of nonsensical jargon that only we could understand and any Brazilian would laugh at! Practicing all night, on our flight to Rio…it was quite comical!

Upon our arrival in Rio de Janeiro, we were quite exhausted but nevertheless excited. After finding a way to get our costumes, which were located an hour away, my Brazilian friend called us down into the lobby of the hotel to give us the huge bags with what we would be wearing that night.

Next on the list…finding the hotel where our tickets were to be picked up. We had ordered through a company called Bookers International. The website was easy to use and their representatives were extremely friendly and helpful when I reached out with the many questions that I had. Their setup at the Atlantic Hotel Copacabana was in a meeting room adjacent to the lobby and after a short wait outside, we were ushered in and our ticket packet was handed over to us.

Now, we only had a short time to get money (not easy when many of the ATMs were boarded up) and have dinner!

Getting dressed was thrilling! This was really happening and when we arrived in the lobby, all eyes were on us! There were many people who wanted to take pictures with us! Later, I would think back on this time and our costumes. They were interesting, but quite bulky…in fact, I think we looked a bit like green and white power rangers! When I finally saw some of the other costumes in the Sambadrome, I realized how much better they could have been!

Getting to the Sambadrome was not an easy feat. After investigating shuttle options, my friend decided that we would take Uber. Only because she was a native speaker was the reason that I agreed, as I had read that private cars were not allowed on the roadways near the Sambadrome. She was convinced, however, that we could get close enough.

The traffic was heavy and we barely fit inside the car with our unwieldy outfits. True to what I had learned, traffic was detoured a few blocks from the venue. Pulling over to the curb, we gathered our headdresses and made our way down the road, eyeing the lighted stadium in the distance.

The streets were wet from an earlier rainfall and the cheap shoes given to us made it hard to walk comfortably, each step causing distress on our soles. Finally, however, the roar of the crowd became deafening and we made our way into the ring. Walking along the outer reaches, we found the area where the many samba schools and floats were lined up.

Weaving our way around elegantly bedecked participants and huge, colorful floats, we walked for what seemed like miles. Even though we were running late, it was too hard not to lag behind and take these one-of-a-kind photos of the calm before the storm. Realizing that we had gone the wrong way, we finally turned in the opposite direction before finally spotting others dressed like us! The Santa Cruz Samba School!

Our entrance into the Sambadrome had been scheduled for eleven o’clock, however, the early rainstorms that had plagued the city had caused some major delays. We had a couple of drinks. We waited in line for the bathroom. We sat on the curb. We took a walk. We made friends. That eleven o’clock march into the Sambadrome finally turned into one o’clock in the morning. And by this time, the rain had returned.

Free seats for observers who want to watch the line-ups or for those unable to purchase seats in the Sambadrome

Excitement was high as we linked arms with those marching beside us. Lining up in rows of twelve, we finally moved forward entering the amazing Sambadrome.

The crowds roared and our song played.

Santa Cruz de Barbalha-Um Conto Popular No Cariri Cearense

Saudade tenho do meu Cariri
Minha terra onde nasci
E deixei meu coração
O verde admirava da varanda
Era doce minha lida
O suor do meu sertão

Êh muié guerreira
Batiza o meu lugar
A bênção a Padim Padi Ciço
Vi capitão Virgulino
Que se chamou Lampião
Maria Bunita da saia rendada
Me ensina menina prendada
A cantar como o Rei do Baião

Oh moça solteira
Oh pau da bandeira iaiá
Oh moça solteira
Pede ao santo padroeiro
Um sinhô pra ser seu par

Onde versa o trovador
Nasce a fé e alegria
No Araripe o soldadinho
Anuncia um novo dia
Nos altares eu pedi ao pai
E na fonte agradeci em paz

Lava a minha alma e cura minha dor
No peito a Santa Cruz do amor

Vou voltar
Santo Antônio de Barbalha
Ilumine essa batalha
Minha gente pede ao céu
Vou voltar
Santo Antônio de Barbalha
Ceará tem paraíso em forma de cordel

Onde plantei o meu valor
Colhi meus ideais
Vai ressoar o meu tambor
A voz que ecoa dos canaviais

Having been told that we were under the scrutiny of the judges, stationed along the length of the venue, we needed to dance, sing and smile for the entire duration. We started out strong and it was quite overwhelming to see the bystanders lining the route. They were all having a great time drinking, dancing and taking our photos!

As thrilling as it was, it was quite exhausting! Singing the same song over and over and continually dancing…in the light rain…with shoes that were falling apart…halfway through, I wondered if anyone would notice if I jumped the barrier and joined the revelers! Continual movement for over an hour and for almost half a mile, for each school to complete their performance is a LONG time!

Finally, reaching the end of the route, we mingled with the other participants in the Praça da Apoteose (Apotheosis Square), each removing as much of our costumes as we could and graciously accepting water from the volunteers assigned to make sure that we were all hydrated.

Completion of parades at Praça da Apoteose

Following my friend, we made our way to our assigned seats, grabbing a beer and some snacks along the way. Watching the parade from this viewpoint gave us a whole different perspective and as I watched each of the remaining schools, I learned that there were many aspects that each school was being judged on.

First and foremost, each school had between sixty-five and seventy-five minutes to make their way through the Sambadrome. No more, no less or points would be deducted. Each school had a theme and a song written specifically for that school and their theme. Most of the wealthier schools had fireworks ignited for their introduction and as we watched I began to notice similarities. Each school began their march with a dancing duo followed by percussionists, spinning ladies in their large ballgowns, the marching groups, the floats and the groups of dancers all spectacularly adorned. Be warned, however, though the costumes are elaborate, there is lots of skin being shown off!

As tired as were were, I was glad that we stayed through the night watching one of the greatest shows on earth!

Having had the experience of being in the parade and watching from above, I think next time, we all agreed that it would be nice to purchase tickets to watch from the ground level in the Camarotes (VIP boxes) where some of our friends had spent the evening. Making our way back to the hotel, we realized that we had lots of time to make a plan for the next year. The sun was rising, our beds were calling and we had the rest of the day to enjoy the beach in one of the most breathtaking cities in South America!

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Note: All photos were taken with an Iphone, due to the security aspect and because I could not carry my Canon in the parade. Therefore, pictures taken from the grandstands are not as clear as if I had taken them with the Canon due to the distance factor.

Rio Carnivale

Monuments, Museums and Masks

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Beautiful Belém.

Not the city located in Brazil, but the alluring coastal district west of Lisbon.

Only getting to spend a short twenty-four hours in a city you’ve never been to can really boggle your mind when trying to decide which sights are more important than others.  There was so much to do and see within the city limits of Lisbon and then, there was Belém…what’s a girl to do?

Belém, long associated with seafaring and early Portuguese explorers, is known for the many historic monuments that commemorate this past history.  Though most recommend Belém for a full or half-day excursion, we decided to tackle it in a few hours for a quick overview.

There are many iconic and important attractions located in Belém and time was of the essence.  Jerónimos Monastery was high on my list, but since it was near the monastery’s closing time, we decided to have our Uber driver deposit us near the water’s edge.

Our first stop, the beautiful Torre de Belém.  Sitting in the middle of the water, on a small island, it is accessible by bridge.  Built in the 16th century, this fortified tower was once a part of the defense system at the mouth of the Tagus river and a ceremonial gateway to Lisbon.  A UNESCO World Heritage Site, it was commissioned by King John II and is composed of a bastion and a four story tower built in the Portuguese Manueline style.

As I took picture after picture, I realized that this beautiful structure reminded me of a sandcastle still standing even after the tide has surrounded it.  Though I would have liked to tour the tower, it was getting late, there was a line and my travel partners were not interested in waiting.  Reluctantly, I walked away to discover the other monuments in the area, knowing that I would have to make this a priority when I returned.

The next monument along the shore was the Monumento aos Combatentes do Ultramar.  Similar to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., this monument pays tribute to those who fought in the Portuguese War in Africa, from 1961-1974.  Both striking and somber, the monument, designed by artists Carlos Guerrero and Batista Barros, is comprised of three distinctive sections…the flame, the monument and the memorial wall.  While the flame burns eternally, you can take note of over 9,000 names of the fallen inscribed alphabetically and by year on the marble wall behind it.  Standing in the shallow pool, are two large angled pillars jutting out above the flame.

A small chapel is located inside in the monument and there is a museum adjacent which focuses on Portuguese Overseas Wars, the modern Portuguese military and World War I objects.  There is also a tomb of an unknown soldier from this war, brought from Guinea-Bissau.

Walking back past the Torre de Belém, the Museu de Art Popular and the Belém Lighthouse, we headed toward Padrão dos Descobrimentos (Monument of the Discoveries).

The monument, erected in 1960, celebrates the Portuguese Age of Discovery during the 15th and 16th centuries when Porgual dominated the sea trade between the continents.  Observing a design originally conceived by Jose Angelo Cottineli Telmo and then Antonio Pardal Monteiro, the structure was adorned with thirty-four sculptures by Leopoldo de Almeida, including Vasco de Gama and Ferdinand Magellan.  The main statue of Henry the Navigator, as well as the others, represent those who have contributed to Portugal’s reputation in the age of discoveries;  poets, explorers, navigators, crusaders and mapmakers.

 

Though we did not enter the structure, we were informed that it is divided into three levels.  The ground floor covers the history of Lisbon, the second has two exhibition halls and four other rooms on the third floor.  The top of the monument is accessible and used as a watchtower.

As we stood before this prodigious structure, the sound of beating drums nearby caught our attention.  Walking across Avenue Brasilia toward the Jerónimos Monastery, we encountered a parade circling the Jardim de Belém.  Costumed groups, faces hidden by masks, marched to the music, dancing and occasionally stopping to pose with and sometimes frighten observers.  As intrigued and entertained as we were by the parade, we weren’t sure what it was all about.  After making a few inquiries, we were informed that this was the famous International Iberian Mask Festival, held every year in May!

The festival’s main idea is to bring together the entire peninsula and increase the awareness of its unique culture and traditions, especially with the incorporation of the pagan masks which are common in the Spanish and Portuguese cultures.  Besides the regional groups participating, this year’s parade included Boi Tinga from Brazil and The Mummers from Ireland.

After the parade was over, we followed the crowds into Jardim de Belém discovering dozens of stands showcasing local products such as wine, cheese, chocolates and handicrafts.  Grabbing a beer and a delicious prosciutto and cheese sandwich, we acquired seats at a picnic table and enjoyed our dinner in the late afternoon sunshine while local performers entertained us on the nearby stage.

Finally, our eyelids growing heavy from the late hour, it was time to grab a souvenir mask and finally an Uber and head home.

Belém…what a blast!

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Torre Belém

  • http://www.torrebelem.gov.pt/en/
  • Address:  Av. Brasília, 1400-038 Lisboa, Portugal
  • Hours:  October-May, 1000-1730, May-September, 1000-1800.  Closed Mondays, January 1, Easter Sunday, May 1, June 13 and December 25.
  • Admission:  €6.00
  • Getting There:  City bus lines, 727, 28, 729, 714, 751.  Tram, 15.  Suburban train, Belém Station.  Ferry, Belém Ferry Station.

Monumento aos Combatentes do Ultramar and Museu do Combatente  

Padrão dos Descobrimentos (Monument of the Discoveries)

  • http://www.padraodosdescobrimentos.pt/en/
  • Address:  Av. Brasília 1400-038 Lisboa
  • Hours:  March-September, 1000-1900.  October-February, 1000-1800.  Closed Monday from October until March and December 25, January 1 and May 1.
  • Admission:  Adults, €5.00, Family (2 adults, 2 childrenm 12-18 yrs), €12.50, Seniors and children under 12 years, €2.50.
  • Getting There:  Train, Belem Station.  Tram, 15.  Bus, 728 – 714 – 727 – 729 – 751

 

 

For Piet’s Sake!

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In Amsterdam, many years ago, on December 5, the hotel staff advised my crew to leave our shoes in the hall that night.

“Why?” we asked.  “Because Sinterklaas is coming tonight and he will leave treats in your shoes,” they replied.

I learned two lessons that night.  First, leaving your shoes in the hall can result in one or both missing in the morning…probably another spiteful flight attendant…definitely not Sinterklaas.    The other, is that some of the Netherlands’ Christmas traditions are a bit different than ours.

Over the years, I acquired much knowledge on Dutch traditions while visiting Amsterdam during the Christmas holidays.  Children leave out their shoes on December 5, the night before the feast of Saint Nicholas,  in anticipation of Sinterklaas’ arrival.  He rides on the roofs of their houses on his horse and his helper, Black Peter, shimmies down the chimney, leaving presents and candy in their shoes.

On one of my first trips, while shopping for a unique piece to add to my Santa Claus collection, I was introduced to Black Peter, by a Christmas Shop owner in the Flower Market.  Black Peter, or Zwarte Piet, is the companion of Saint Nicholas.   He is attired in colorful Renaissance attire and is portrayed as a blackamoor, a Moor from Spain.  He is the helper of Sinterklaas and children are told that he keeps a book of all of the things that the children have done all year, good and bad.  Good children receive presents from Sinterklaas.  Bad children are put into Black Peter’s sack and taken back to Spain in order to be taught lessons on how to behave.

I loved the idea of adding something different to my collection and purchased him immediately.  This has become one of my favorite pieces…one that I share the story of with my children each year.  Additionally, I have visited de Bijenkorf’s department store many times to see the mechanical Zwarte Piets climb festive ropes up and down in the main hall and to take pictures with Zwarte Piet!

Black Peter

Dutch tradition dictates, I later learned, that Sinterklaas arrives on the second Saturday of November.  Hailing from Madrid, Spain, every year he chooses a different harbor to arrive in Holland, so as many children as possible get a chance to see him.  He arrives on a steam boat with many Zwarte Piet and dressed in his red robes, leads a procession through the town, riding his white horse, Amerigo.

In Amsterdam, which hosts one of the largest parades in the Netherlands, Sinterklaas’ entrance into the city is by sailing down the Amstel River.  The route through the city is past the Nieuwe Amstelbrug, Torontobrug, the Hoge Sluis by the Royal Theatre Carré and the Magere Brug. The waterborne parade ends at the Scheepvaartmuseum (Maritime Museum) where he is welcomed by the Mayor of Amsterdam.   Here, his boat is traded for his white horse, Amerigo and the parade continues through the streets.  After arriving at Dam Square, a special musical program is kicked off for kids of all ages.  When the musical progam is complete, he continues on through the Rokin, Muntplein, Rembrandtplein, Utrechtsestraat and Weteringcircuit until he reaches the last stop on his tour, the Leidseplein.  Here, Sinterklaas  delivers a special message to his smallest fans from the balcony of the Stadsschouwburg.

Last year, I was present for Turn on the Lights in Dam Square…the lighting of the facade of de Bijenkorf, followed by a magical theatrical show, but somehow, for all the time I have spent in Amsterdam, I had never managed to be there for Sinterklaas’ arrival.

For the first two weekends of November, this year, I was happily in Amsterdam. I always prepare, beforehand, what I will do on my layovers.  None of the activities I had researched alluded to anything special occurring in Amsterdam on the second weekend, although I had realized that I was going to miss the Turn on the Lights celebration after seeing workers set up some of the equipment in Dam Square.

On our first day, we had ventured into the city, but we had set aside our second day for plans to introduce our newest co-pilot to a good old fashioned bike ride into the countryside, followed by lunch.  The wind and blowing rain that morning dictated otherwise.

Grabbing our umbrellas and abandoning our bikes, we decided to try and salvage the day.  My friend, Jeana, and I jumped on the hotel van to head into the city.  Our tentative plan was to head to the train station and see if any trains were heading to cities that we may have been interested in visiting.

While traveling to the city center, the van driver suddenly made an announcement that the streets were being closed and it was now not possible to make it to our drop off point.  After turning around, he began heading back towards our hotel and the nearby ferry so that we could cross over to the train station.

Before exiting the van, we asked the driver why the roads were closed and we were informed that Sinterklaas was arriving!

Making our way from the ferry, through the train station to the main road, we headed down the barricaded avenue of Damrak.  Not knowing when the parade would begin, we decided to have a quick lunch.  Here, the owners of the restaurant, informed us that Sinterklaas usually arrived, at this location, just after one o’clock.  After our lunch, we ventured over to the avenue and staked our claim against the barricade.  It was raining and windy and we began questioning if it was worth braving the abhorrent weather.  We decided “yes”, each time the rain tapered off, only to have it start again with huge wind gusts that flipped our umbrellas inside out!

Bikes
Photo by Jeana Sager

Eventually, we noticed a few of the locals pointing down the street toward Dam Square.  From the nearby clock tower, four Zwarte Pieten were rappeling down the side, just over Damrak.  We left our prime spots and luckily found positions that were equal in ease of viewing the parade.  Watching the Zwarte Pieten jump around on the walls of the tower mitigated the misery of the steady drizzle that continued to fall.  Finally, two Black Peters rollerbladed on by!  We knew the parade was going to begin soon!

Black Peter Rapel

Black Peter Rollerblade2

The parade, like many others, consisted of many floats, marching bands and dancers.  This one, however, contained many Black Peters!  Black Peters riding on and driving the floats.  Black Peters marching and playing in the band.  Black Peters dancing, rollerblading and riding bikes.  Black Peters handing out flags and kruidnoten, gingersnap-like cookies.  I have never seen so many Black Peters!

BP Duo

Band8

Float3

OK, I admit…I was so elated that I pretty much reverted to being a hyperactive, enthusiastic child, all but demanding that one kindly Black Peter give me a flag…which they were mainly handing out to children.  I accepted lots of kruidnoten…and ate every last bit.  And, I coerced more than one Black Peter to take a picture with me!

Selfie

When Sinterklaas was spotted coming down the street, I was excited and eager to wave and take his picture, but his appearance was so fleeting, that I was once again distracted by my favorites, the Zwarte Pieten.

SK2

Sadly, the parade was over as quickly as it had begun.  Officials promptly removed the barricades and people, cars, bicycles and trams, once again, filled the streets.  Spilled kruidnoten and a few discarded “Welkom Sinterklaas” littered the sidewalks until city workers shuffled in cleaning behind the procession.  The most important thing that was left, however, was excitement!  Sinterklaas had arrived!  He had been greeted by the mayor of Amsterdam and officially been welcomed into the city by the Dutch and the many visitors to the city.  The Christmas season had begun!

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