My 3 days off in Guanambi were wonderful. Rodrigo has such a warm family and friends and they welcomed me in and opened themselves to me fully. From Cida, his sister, giving up her day off to take me to see the local sights, to Elita, his mum, constantly making sure that I had enough food, and then some more, to Dilermano, his dad, telling me stories of Guanambi and how it’s changed over the years, to Eliel, his brother-in-law, sharing his collection of high-quality cachaça (and giving me a small bottle to take), to all of his friends full of questions and offers of help over glorious meals that I wasn’t allowed to pay a penny for.
I was pretty sure that I’d leave on the Sunday morning, and that going out to the best pizzeria in town would be a good farewell dinner on the Saturday night, but that wasn’t allowed. Sunday was mother’s day, and the whole family wanted me to go out to the best restaurant in town with them. I tried to object, and talk about how I had to get to somewhere, but there was no listening. And so it was that we shared a sublime meal, over more stories about life outside of Brazil from me, and looks of wonder on their faces, watched an iguana wander around and had a quite glorious mother’s day.
I even had another meal made for me that evening, instead of the normal small food that is eaten in Brazil for dinner, and had a lunchbox packed for me. Elita told me to cut some of the freshly baked cake to put in it, and I cut what seemed like a fairly sizable chunk, but it was apparently too small. I cut another piece, and it still wasn’t enough so I delegated duties to Cida who gave me a ridiculous amount of cake and cheese to go with the other things that Elita had already prepared for my departure the next day. It was a perfect example to finish my stay of the ridiculous kindness and hospitality that I’m constantly met with. Having said that, this possibly takes the biscuit.