Already half-a-year has (nearly) elapsed since the magrelinha and I landed on the hot tarmac of Natal airport’s runway. I haven’t written anything yet about my experiences there so, with the guilty conscience of a debtor being 6-months in arrears, I am going to make weekly repayments through this series of blog posts – Brasil, belatedly.
This particular email is not only crossing the Atlantic ocean or bridging the South American and European continents but it’s also travelling across seasons since here summer officially starts today while there of course you woke up to the first day of winter. It’s very difficult to capture the wintry, Christmas atmosphere which is so often depicted on cards – snow, robins, the tree itself – when it’s 30° in the shade. The sun beckons, the sea invites and the sand accommodates. True, even in Natal I can see people’s windows with the forthcoming holiday’s decorations and streets and malls illuminated with fairy lights at night but somehow being in flip flops and shorts devalues the decorators’ work.
No doubt, back home in Malta preparations for Christmas lunch are in their final stages. Interestingly, the celebratory meal here is dinner on the 24th; the eve(ning) is for family to gather round the table although, in common with Malta, turkey is the bird of choice. The 25th is for lounging around at home while feeding off the leftovers from the previous night or going off to the beach to laze away the holiday there. Our plans for Christmas Eve are clear, it’s one of the reasons why we came to Natal at this time. As to the following day, we’ll see when it arrives.
The “Brasil, belatedly” series. Click for: parts 1 to 9