Far gone

Experience is a call of senses. Being in Sao Paulo for a week was first: shocking, exhausting and then it became e very natural feeling of wanting to stay more. Where you find good music ,good food and good company, there's nothing worth paying the return ticket anymore. Having an European eye on what I saw made me feel a difference that I soon tasted at my first lunch there, in the famous Oscar Niemeyer masterpiece, exactly in the belly of the city - the " Edifício Copan". Taken by my new local friend, I entered a self-service restaurant and there I was - hungry but yet undecided. There were too many colors, options, compositions, dressings and plates. A lot of different sized people were making a cercle in this paradise of "whatever you wish" lunch point, moving ahead of you and more were waiting at your back for their (I'm pretty sure of it) conscient choice. I didn't have one. I wanted everything and time to decide only with which course to start my palatine adventure. Still, I asked for advice in my cliche manner when I go somewhere abroad - I want something really really traditional. If you were to translate a Brazilian into a food, what would that be? And I got 3 spoons of black beans with some cubes of meat inside - the feijoada. I said thank you. I eat it, I loved it. I asked for more. It was dense, full of flavour, mealty looking, dark colored and briliantly when you took the last sip of the plate with a piece of bread. I was full and I felt like getting my fork up in the air and scream : I am almost Brazilian now! At least my stomach is. But, crucial was my second feijoada experience. At a local bar, with great live music emmited by an obese fellow with an angel voice, I've seen a cow's knee. It was huge, violet and violent and it was on my table. That was the meat that you were to put in your black beans soup. That was the real feijoada. That was exactly Brasil for me : extreme but delicious - extremely delicious.