My homestay was a bit of a hard adjustment at first but I am really love it right now. I am living with Josefa, a 73 year old Bahiana woman, and her son Russel who is 50. We on the second floor apartment of a very connected and open 3 story building. The first floor is where a couple lives and where they run their beauty salon, the second floor is Josefa, Russel, and I and the top floor is Russel’s ex-wife who I have yet to meet and his two daughters Paloma and Paola, 23 and 26 respectively. It’s a very well kept apartment and super organized. It is very tiny but we are in a very central location. I have a very small room that is big enough to fit a bed, a small closet for my clothes, and two shelves. I am most thankful about the fan that I have and have to sleep with because the heat and humidity is intense even through the night. I wake up sweating. People in Salvador take so many showers. I take two showers a day but might bump it up to three. My host mom takes about 4 a day and its rather normal. The water is cold and it feels so good. The apartment is well-furnished and has everything I could need. It has a balcony with plants and a few flowers as well as a table and chairs. The apartment lies on a very small gated street of about 14 buildings like the one that I live in. Right off the gated street is a main city street that takes me right to downtown. I feel very safe on the small protected street. It’s really cute and rather European feeling.
I am very lucky because I get to walk to class unlike a lot of my SIT classmates who take a bus. My walk is about 10 minutes and very easy. SIT has its office and classroom in the oldest building in Salvador. We call it SULACAP. I will have to get back to you about what that stands for. The building overlooks the ocean bay and the view can be rather distracting during class. It is absolutely beautiful. For the next two and a half months I will have Portuguese class from 9 to 12 in the SIT classroom followed by a two hour lunch break. We usually go and eat at “kilo places”, which seem to be the most affordable, delicious, and popular lunch option for people on their lunch break here in Salvador. You get a plate, pile it with yummy food with lots of options to choose from, and then pay by kilo. From 2 to 4 we have seminar lecture. These seminars could be at the SIT office or at an off-site location. We are usually taught by guest lecturers who specialize in a particular health field. This is also when we do clinic and hospital visits. I have never lived in such a big city before. I definitely underestimated the size of the place and I decided it could take me the entire time I’m here to learn how to get around proficiently. Right now I am happy that I can get to class and get home on my own.
More about my homestay. My host mother is very quiet but is a bit feisty and I like it. She is very catholic and prays multiples times a day. She goes to bed early, around 8, and really lets me do my thing. I wake up to a delicious breakfast and come home to a wonderful dinner. I usually have way too much food in front of me but she never pressures me to eat. She is a wonderful cook and makes the best natural fruit juices with fruits I have never heard of. She sits with me at every meal which was something I have to get used to.
This weekend will be my first non-Carnaval weekend in the city. Tonight, Friday night, I am going to the historic center of the city where I spent Carnaval. Tomorrow, I plan to spend the day walking around Barra, the beachside section of the city and lying at the beach. Sunday, I will be taking a trip to Projeto Tamar, a turtle project at Praia do Forte about an hour away by bus. It is a turtle rehabilitation center and works with the community to protect the turtles that live in the area and lay eggs on the beach. I should be seeing a lot of turtles. Salvador has great turtle diversity.
FYI: I will be trying to write one blog post a week.
Yemanja, the orixa of the sea and protector of life's, house in Salvador.
The small fisherman inlet in Rio Vermelho next to Casa de Yemanja and the fish market.
Carolyn and I outside of a Kilo Lunch restaurant that tried to rip us off.
We are laughing because we got our way.