Samba Taste of Brazil

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There are few things Carla and I like better than travel together. So this is an exciting time to visit Tamar and Adam in their new house in Minnesota. Thursday evening we flew from Dallas to Minneapolis. The flight was on time and we arrived 10 minutes early. Tamar drove us from the airport to her beautiful little house one block from the Mississippi river. 

Tamar and Adam moved to Minneapolis last summer for Adams new job. They enjoy the weather, quite cooler compared with Texas and are enjoying life in general. Tamar continue to do pottery, she works on a pottery shop two days a week and get to cure her work for free.

Yesterday we went to a Brazilian restaurant. Established two and half years ago, Samba Taste of Brazil embodied the true spirit of Brazilian hospitality. The restaurant atmosphere was warm, relaxing and the live Bossa Nova music brought many childhood memories. The sound level was just perfect; I don’t like places where the music is so loud that you cannot hear the person beside you. 

The food was delicious, we savory the uniqueness of the Brazilian cuisine: Churrasco of picanha, fraudinha, pork, thicken and sausages; farofa, vinagrete, carne seca and aipin frito. Of course, I had guarana and for desert pudim de leite and coconut and pineapple cake; not forgetting the cafezinho. Nevertheless, just having the company of our daughter and son in law was enough to make the evening a great success.
 
I thank God for culture because culture is not what we do, but what we are and what we are is the sum of the experiences we go through from the time we are born. When we realize the gift of cultures we are free to enjoy them no matter how it looks like.

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Karen Silva said…
I think we were in Minneapolis at the same time! Jorge and I were there June 20-25 visiting friends and our supporting church, North Heights Lutheran Church! What a small world! Too bad we didn't know you were there, maybe we could have seen each other.
June 30, 2012 at 12:37 AM
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