São Paulo, Brazil.

      This year I had the opportunity to shadow my uncle (the owner of a health food store chain) around downtown São Paulo, Brazil while he went around his business errands. He’s currently investing on advertising on TV a new product that he (along with his wife, a nutritionist) co-created with a lab.

     Every once in a while he goes on air and promotes the products himself. During the last day that I would be spending in Brazil this summer, he would be going on air and he invited me to go visit the set with him.

     As a Communications student, arriving on set was an enormous thrill and the only damper on the whole day was the fact that each exciting thing that happened was a moment closer to the end of my stay with these wonderful people in this wonderful place.

     For the most part I was able to put those feeling aside and marvel at what I could see around me. I wasn’t sure where to look first, what to observe first, what to take in first… until we got to downtown São Paulo where the studios are. I’ve always loved staring and admiring buildings. I’m almost sure ‘architecture’ would be a more technical term, however, then you might think I know what I’m talking about. Which I don’t. When it comes to ‘architecture’ appreciation, all I know is what I like.

     What I like can normally be summed into one word: old. I love the look of worn and weathered buildings that seem to be sagging underneath the load of stories they have to tell, the eras they have seen, the people they have known and the gossip and events they have heard and witnessed. I like buildings with moldings and frames, crevices that hold whispered stories, cracks and peeling paint that screams of brighter days. I like fountains and tree archways, old train stations, clock towers, old hotel windows with shutters and even tasteful graffiti very much.

     While architecture isn’t an area of art that I’m familiar with, I can’t help but admire it and have a growing interest for it. What about you? Have you ever seen a building that caught your eye and inspired your admiration? What aspects do you enjoy seeing? Are buildings eye candy for you?

   In the words of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, “…architecture [is] frozen music…”


Might I share with you a little of what I love? A little of why my heart aches to go back to Brazil as often as possible? This..
Some of my mother’s uncles, my grandfather (farthest right), daddy, and mother’s brother in law and brother (farthest left and third from left to right respectively.) This was on the Brazilian father’s day hence the photos of all the dads.
This is Lucinda. She and my mother were friends during second grade and after that year they hadn’t seen each other since. Lucinda continued living in the same town they grew up in and mother left to accompany dad all over the place where his job took him. Then this year after 38 years apart they were finally able to meet again and catch up. It was pretty sweet and so very cool! 🙂
So many aunts, uncles, cousins (and a big part is missing because people were passing by all day, the pictures register those that stayed around for photos).
My grandparents and their two daughters.
Family reunions – I’m lovin’ it. 
Did you have time for family reunions this summer? When do you usually get together? Do you think it’s a pain or do you enjoy it? Enjoy it for those of us who wish we were close enough to have reunions more often, please!


     Every time we go to Brazil it’s a big hurry to get to visit all (or at least the greater part) of our family. Unfortunately they don’t live all in one city, so we travel from grandparent’s place to the other’s (a 8-9 hour road trip.) On our way back, we try to stop every year to have a family reunion with my mother’s aunts, uncles, cousins and family. They live in a town called Boituva. 
     Boituva is well known in the state of São Paulo as the city of skydiving. As you pass the city on the highway, you look up and see tiny specs falling from airplanes up above. As these specs plummet closer to you they open up a lifesaving patch of canvass and the thrilling plummet morphs into an awe-inspiring glide. 
This year I stayed down on the ground looking up and photographing. What say you? Let’s jump next year? Would you be brave enough? Have you ever done anything like this?