I just wanted to recommend a beautiful post to anyone who can read Portuguese. It’s entitled “Menina vai pra guerra” and deals with the experiences of a Brazilian teacher who dared to assume her Afro hair in a society not as open as it proclaims. It’s beautifully written.
In the midst of preparing papers for conferences, sitting in various committees, doing Iter work, and attempting to write my thesis, I completely forgot to mark this blog’s second birthday. Its aim was rather simple, as the very first post indicates:
On 22 March 2006 hubby and I will be moving all our belongings into storage and making our way first to Montreal, then to Paris and finally to Barcelona where we will be living for a year. This blog is meant to document our trip(s) and allow us to keep in touch with friends and family in Canada, US, Brazil, and around the world. I’m looking forward to sharing all our photos, reviews of restaurants and bars, and remarks of the many places we’ll visit.
Slowly it grew as I started reading other blogs and became encouraged by them to talk about more than just the places I visited. The more politically-engaged blogs, such as Sindrome de Estocolmo or, to some extent, 42 and Bumblebee & Sweet Potato, led me to talk a bit more about issues that matter to me such as immigration, cross-cultural relations, health care and the environment. The numerous blogs written by people living in adopted countries, such as that of a Catalan in Austria or the US, Americans in Germany, Spain, or even Brazil, the numerous Brazilians in Canada, US, Spain, France, has made me fascinated by the experiences of people across cultures. It is hard to articulate exactly what it is about the process of moving to a new country that fascinates me. Perhaps the mix of wonder, surprise and recognition as people start building bridges between their culture and the culture they have chosen to inhabit. The recognition that the other is not so foreign after all.
Of course, the blogs I read are particularly open-minded and positive, not surprisingly reflecting the tone of my own ramblings here, and thus not necessarily representative of most immigrant or expat experience. But this blog may be many things but it doesn’t claim or wishes to be anything too structured, serious, academic, or scientific. It is basically the space where I can leave the depths of my academic life and be light, often airy, and simply engage in conversation with the many wonderful people I have met here. It is also a space where I can share my passion for people, photography and food. That people I have never met have found it worth reading and some have even found it worthy of awards, is a never-ending source of surprise and delight. Thank you all so much for reading, sharing your thoughts, and allowing me into your lives.
There are many other blogs I read that I haven’t cited, I hope you don’t mind. I’ll be updating the list of links on the side bar shortly to reflect more accurately what is on my bloglines rss-reader.
It was fun doing this last year, so I thought I’d continue…
We watched the arrival of the Three Kings in Barcelona, walked along the beach in Barcelona, went to the calçots festival in Valls and happened upon the wonderful monastery of Poblet along the way, and discovered the little town of Arenys de Mar – more pics here.
In March Alan and I went to Girona for a bit of a research trip, where we also had some amazing food and I became tempted to find a project that would allow me to spend a year in that amazing city
Last month in Barcelona – we visited friends in Mataró and otherwise simply hanged out in Barcelona
Back in Canada after 13 months in Spain! We stayed with our friends Pearl and Al for the first two weeks and then left for Brazil to visit my family. While we were at Pearl’s, she took us to Todmorden Mills and Bufflers Park.
We moved into our new apartment and enjoyed summer in TO; I invented some cool salads and we had a blast at the Pride Parade.
We celebrated Canada Day at the harbourfront and visited Montreal, where we had to spend a few hours at the market. We also went on the first of many photo shoots with Mel and discovered Ireland Park.
A great month in Canada. We cycled quite a bit, watched the opening of the CNE, and I got into black & white photography.
September was back-to-school month. Super busy, no time to go out and take pictures. But it was also the month I got my piercing and Alan got his tattoo.
Halloween month! So of course we checked out the action at Church street and I got some good pictures
It seems all I did between November and December was mark papers and exams. But there was also a snowstorm in TO and our trip to Barcelona and Paris!
And 2008 arrived like this:
This is for my Brazilian friends who might be afraid of losing their Portuguese now that they live abroad…
*Os Melhores do Mundo is a very smart Brazilian comedy troupe that is very popular in Brazil… My brother sent me this today…
During the past few months, I started getting involved in blogs/communities/forums dedicated to immigration. I became particularly impressed by the incredible amount of sites of Brazilian immigrants chronicling their immigrant experience and/or helping other immigrants in the same boat (pun not intended). I have talked recently of how I felt about my own experience as an immigrant, and how my life has changed since I came to Canada.
When I first visited Canada, the internet was not so 2.0 and there were no blogs or interactive sites that I could go to share my experiences or ask where I could find carne seca in Montreal. Being comfortable in an English-speaking environment and not feeling that much of a cultural shock, I didn’t really seek the friendship of my compatriots when I first got here. I attended the occasional Brazilian event, but that was about it. I had only two Brazilian friends in Montreal that I saw from time to time and, until recently, had only one Brazilian friend in Toronto.
We all know that living abroad and meeting new cultures does wonders in terms of shaping the way we see the world but I had no idea of the impact of Canada on me until we moved to Spain last year. In a way, it shook a bit my perception of my own identity. In Spain, a country that reminded me so much of my native Brazil, I found myself often behaving and expressing myself in very Canadian ways. When asked where I was from, my initial instinct was always to say “Canada”. I would then catch myself and add “…but originally from Brazil”. Don’t get me wrong! I have never attempted to hide my Brazilian roots, even when I could have easily done so. But the way I see the world is largely shaped by the past eight years I spent in Canada. They were, after all, very formative years – I came here for the first time at 22 and moved for good at 24.
Yet, now that I feel more Canadian than ever, I started reading sites by and about Brazilian immigrants. I have even been promoted to moderator in one of these sites! Slowly, I made many online friends as I attempted to help people by sharing my experience building a life in the Great White North. Yesterday, many of us met for the first time in a pub here in Toronto.
The meeting lasted over 5 hours (!) and it was a lot of fun! I have seldom been in such a nice group of people. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera and there was only one picture taken at the event:
Two people left after this picture was taken and another five to ten people showed up. The meeting was such a success that we are planning to repeat it next Sept 7th. Anybody else wants to come?
Since this post is aimed mostly at my Brazilian friends, it will be in Portuguese:
Coisas que eu gosto de fazer quando estou no Brasil:
comer arroz, feijão, angu, couve e alguma carne no almoço [faço essas coisas MUITO raramente por aqui]
ir à casa de sucos quantas vezes for possível e passar meia hora escolhendo entre as centenas de frutas disponíveis
tomar caipirinha e comer petiscos nos barzinhos da vida batendo papo sem gastar uma fortuna
comprar blusinhas na Taco e na Hering (nessa última eu gosto de comprar modelitos diferentes das camisetas da campanha do câncer de mama)
comprar havaianas (que estão ficando caras mesmo no Brasil!)
rodízio de sushi
tomar milkshake de ovomaltine do Bob’s
assistir filmes e vídeos de rock com meu irmão
tentar não brigar com a minha mãe
bater papo com minha cunhada
ir à praia ou à montanha (dessa vez fiquei mais em casa mesmo e não fizemos nada)
comer pão de queijo
e por aí vai….
Antigamente eu sentia saudade de certas coisas, certas comidas principalmente. Eu geralmente ia ao Brasil de 6 em 6 meses no mínimo mas por causa dos meus estudos e a mudança para a Espanha ano passado, dessa vez passei quase dois anos sem ir. E não sei se foi essa diferença ou o fato de já estar fora há mais de 8 anos, mas notei que algumas coisas mudaram. Já não gosto tanto de comer feijão com arroz todo santo dia. Acho o feijão – apesar de adorar – pesado para a digestão. O excesso de carne também me deixa bem “estufada” e com as gengivas doendo depois de uma semana. Já não me sinto mais segura por lá. Fico chocada com a política e a falta de esperanças de que as coisas melhorem. Senti um choque cultural que me incomodou um pouco – por isso o post mais abaixo em ingles.
Mas fazer o que… é a vida…
This post will be in Portuguese since it’s directed at Brazilians living in Ontario…
Estudos sobre a comunidade brasileira no Canadá são muito raros e geralmente os brasileiros são estudados como parte de um grupo mais genérico de imigrantes latino-americanos. Pesquisadores da University of Western Ontario querem retificar essa situação e estão buscando informações sobre brasileiros residentes na província de Ontário. O projeto chama Brasil Mostra a Tua Cara e é coordenado pelo Centro de Informação Comunitária Brasil Angola .
Se você é brasileiro(a) e gostaria de participar do estudo, você pode obter mais informações no blog do Gean. Para responder o questionário anônimo click no link direto:
Eu já respondi o questionário! Não sei se há muitos brasileiros ontarianos passando por aqui, mas fica o recado…