Tomorrow we go back to Friburgo. Today it is again cloudy and threatening heavy rain just like every other day this week, rainy season in full swing. Today there will be another drive out to the Barra for a birthday / graduation party for the twins. They are 18 today and have graduated from high school and are looking forward to their university studies.
I was with Camillo in Houston when they were born. Just at the beginning of our time together. They are not my grandsons, they are Camillo’s but I was around at the time of their birth, have followed their first steps, first school days, first party as teenagers, now their first party as MEN. In my heart, if not in theirs, I am their grandmother.

At this point I can take this post several different directions. What it means to be a foreigner in a close nit family – which is likely to take me to very heights of ragging, expressing anger and frustrations, or I can talk about the related topic of being a grandmother in your heart but not in the eyes of the family – this is likely to take me back into my depression state, not a good place to start a new year or I could even start asking questions with no answers like can you be a part of a family that speaks a different language?
Today I think something more nuetral is needed so I want to talk more about Christmas traditions in Brasil..... A couple days ago there was a post by Mallory Elise @
http://www.saltycod.blogspot.com/, she speaks eloquently about her feelings about the Brasilian's and their seeming lack of Christmas traditions. I can't help but feel that this is a normal state, like America this country is made up with many nationalities, each bringing its traditions, merging and mixing until they have become a homogeneous, uninteresting mixture.
OH dear I am out of Battery - I left my power pack in RIO - Drat double drat, i hate it when I do that. Will finish this as soon as I can figure out what to do .....
I am now working from Camillo's desktop and direct from Blogspot - so forgive my spelling and my lack of photos.
I can only see the outward signs of Chrismas in Brasil. My world, my neighborhood is of expats not of the average Brasilian family so I don't see the inside. More and more Brasil seems Americanized: cartoon like caricatures of Santa riding on the hoods of cars, pasted on store window, and just this past two years costumed Santas listening to little children’s wishes and sitting for photos for sale to adoring parents. Even while the rest of the world prepared for Christmas with elaborate celebrations, decorations and family gatherings, Christmas caroling on the streets, Brasil seems so sedate, waiting. What does seem Brasilian is that in the store windows are not dresses and blouses in beautiful shades of red, satins of royal blue but complete windows and shops oufitted in white.
The preparations here are not for Christmas but for New Years. Now here is a celebration, a tradition that Brasilians throw themselves into 110%. Noise and confusion in the streets, fireworks thrown from car windows, men walking through the super market with a can of beer in their hands, small children dressed in costumes prancing about happily. Between Christmas day and January first, the emotion in the air begins to build. Bars along the streets are full of the young singing and swaying. Brasilians love New Years Eve, and then following the first day in January the excitement continues to build, all their collective expectations raging - CARNIVAL is merely weeks away. Now this is Brasil.