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Finally, I was able to bring my experience in Brazil full-circle. I started with a soccer match in Bahia. Bahia versus Vitória at Bahia. This day I witnessed Bahia vs Grêmio at Grêmio. Mama I made it. 
Thank you to, Bahia, for inspiring this lifelong journey. Thank you to, RGdS, for inspiring the nexts steps along this journey. And thank you, mom, for inspiring me always, regardless of where the journey has led! 
Por sinal, the match ended in a draw. So also, thank you, Universe, for conspiring in favor of my equilibrium and impartiality.
Not all of my time is spent wandering the streets. No. I spend most of my time at a desk or in the classroom delivering what was created at a desk.

I’ve had the humbling opportunity to be integrated into the Inglês sem Fronteiras program here at UFRGS. Besides becoming a more confident presence in front of a crowd, I’ve also learned a great deal about the theory and broader academic body of knowledge behind education, pedagogy, and learning. I’m lucky to be part of a marvelous team of teacher-scholars here, whose own thirst for knowledge allows them to engage me as an equal in the classroom while also acting as patient mentors in my own learning.

Outside of UFRGS, I’ve had a few opportunities to collaborate with the local American school in engaging their students, many of whom are funded by scholarship from the U.S. embassy, or in the case of Porto Alegre, the local Consulate. 
This has been a big year for me in terms of both professional as well as personal growth. 
Listening to: Don’t you worry
A friend from back home visited me here in POA. 
One of his first remarks, “Wow. This city has incredible street art.”
As our two week journey from POA to RdJ unfurled, he realized that the tendency is nationwide.
Patrimony is in the street.

I’ve been told that most graffiti is disruptive, meaningless litter.
I could agree only partly.
The message doesn’t need be political, because the act always is.

Here’s to the living, breathing, disruptive yet communicative art of the streets.
POA displays plenty. +Listening to: No Corre - Drik Barbosa
Porto Alegre is a city on a hill, a city on a bend, and most notably, a city on a river— or a lake, or whatever the Guaíba is. We love it all the same.

Today is Sunday, typically passed in Redenção or Gasômetro. Both have courts for soccer; however, Gasômetro is usually reserved for the kids. I’ll save myself that exhaustion and embarrassment.

Heading to Gasômetro from my place is an effortless stroll. Turning left out of my building, Borges de Medeiros descends first through Esquina Democrática, then intersects Rua dos Andradas (RdA). Take a left there and you’ll soon pass through the iconic Praça da Alfândega (PdA), one of the most charming spaces in POA. As the name suggests PdA is home to the old customs house. Today, it is home to the Museu de Arte do Rio Grande do Sul and the state history museum, Memorial do Rio Grande do Sul. There is always some politically charged exhibit in the art museum so, I’ve had my fair share of rolês that develop into drawn contemplations of the elements of a piece and subsequent discussions on the implications of the same. I have fun with this as some of you know all too well.

Continuing on through PdA and past its museums we break into the heart of RdA. The trees that shade PdA here become a thick cover, a warm embrace, and a distinct break from the colorful but lifeless alternatives. On RdA everyone is a patron of the street as the bars. Threaded closely together these bars fray onto the sidewalks into an indistinct pattern of peoples, seated pleasantly in good company and under the lambency of lanterns leftover from another time.

This all breaks briefly at the entrance of Casa de Cultura Mario Quintana, the old rose Hotel Majestic converted cultural center. The space is now a memorial to the late poet and permanent patron from whom it takes its namesake. On past this isthmus is the old Igreja Nossa Senhora das Dores contrasted by the military museum over which it casts its shadow. If we keep on ahead we finally come to the end of RdA which opens into a park in front of the shore of the Guaíba and where stands Gasômetro.

Here we watch the sunset over the bay. +Listening to: Eu Sou um Árvore Bonita - Luedji Luna
From the bay-window of my 8th-floor city apartment in Centro Histórico, I have a front-row seat to all of the lively happenings expected of a metropolis such as Porto Alegre (POA). Through that window to the right I see the Verão side of Viaduto Otavio Rocha. There’s a hip little bar up on the ascent that I frequent. Beyond that, the city extends to its Praia de Belas neighborhood, home to the Tribunal Regional da 4a Região (TRF-4). Looking to the left, the street, Avenida Borges de Medeiros, descends through Esquina democrática (ED), on past Rua da Praia, and past Mercado Público. It ends at the TrenSurb station which connects the heart of POA to the larger metropolitan area. That area, which by all means is a single continuous sea of people, extends to a neighboring city about an hour away by train, Novo Hamburgo. 
Back to ED. The name says it all. POA has set the stage, along with Curitiba, for the unfurling of the Lavo Jato judicial proceedings through TRF-4. In fact, on the wall opposite the bay-window is another, offering a view of the street which leads to the Palácio de Justiça (PJ) just one block away where the administration behind these trials unfolds. ED is not really a corner at all, but more of a praça where major political tides roll in before washing over the city streets until finally breaking and crashing over Praça de Matriz (PM), the burocratic center of the city and home to the PJ.

Just last night in fact, I received a text from a friend inviting me to jump into that sea of democracy. I could hear their protest washing in through my bedroom window as I read Mitra’s take on nation-state suppression of sub-nations.

This morning I sat silently in PM, listening to the birds chirp, the street dwellers shout, and the revolving of the tide, wash, and break to each line of Poemas aos Homens do Nosso Tempo by Hilda Hilst. And, I wondered if I were an Alchemist or a Poet. +Listening to: Cartomante - Ivan Lins

Photo:
Me on a typical winter Sunday in POA, drinking quentão in Redenção. Not sure if this mitigates or instigates these discussions. 
PC:
Shout out Carolina. Patient Brazilians practicing law or soon to be are motivation enough to keep up.
Ahhh— Where do I begin with this one?

This is me. My name is Davíd, or David, or even Dave — if ya feelin’ yaself.

I’m Latino, Boriqua (Puerto Rican) specifically, hailing from the Detroit Area, Michigan. Yes, that’s right, way up North “bem na fronteira com o Canadá” as I’ve grown accustomed to saying.

This year, I’ve made my way down south to Gaucho territory as I live in Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul. Here, I serve as an ETA working alongside a pretty marvelous group of Brazilian language scholars at the Universidade Federal do Rio Grande do Sul (UFRGS— pronounced /‘ur.gis/). I say “this year” because, this is in fact my second year as a Fulbright ETA in Brazil, and my fourth time living here for any period of time. Last year, I lived in the small interior city of Campina Grande, Paraíba, in the sertão of Northeastern Brazil.

The contrast between o Nordeste and o Sul has been striking, yet humbling, affirming a realization had back in 2015. That summer, I lived in Goiânia, Goiás, after having previously spent a summer in Salvador, Bahia. There, I realized that this country is vast not only in its land territory, but in its diversity. From linguistic variations and regionalismos to shockingly different climates and cultures as found in food and music and dance, I recognize that it will take a lifetime to conhecer o Brasil. But, that is a welcome challenge, and a journey which I have embarked on long ago.

Join me as I explore and share this latest, Gaucho chapter of that journey. +Listening to: Rebento- Gilberto Gil

Photos:
1. A flattering profile of yours truly in São Paulo during the Fulbright Brazil ETA orientation earlier this year.
2. A panoramic of my co-ETAs Sean, Luís, Cruz and I, at the welcoming party hosted by our lovely colleagues.

@davidj60
My parents, formerly undocumented migrants, arrived to the US from Mexico in the late 1960s. One of the consequences of transnational immigration is learning to live without your family. I didn’t have the opportunity to get close to a grandparent, at least not as close as I would have liked. I never knew how to conceptualize what I felt, but I felt robbed and hurt that I didn’t have a grandmother to kiss when I came home after school, or teach me to make tamales on Sundays, or hear stories about what it was like raising one of my parents, or to at least see once a year for family holidays. A fundamental value in Mexican culture is family and the transmission of history, knowledge, and tradition from one generation to the next. And that was disrupted. .
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The nature of my research has placed me in lots of spaces with older Bahian women, most of whom are 50 years old or older. I try to be respectful and reflective as I am welcomed into these different spaces of womanhood. I am incredibly lucky to be embraced with hugs, invited into private spaces (both their homes as well as intimate conversations), and trusted enough to learn their culinary secrets. Although I’m not a little girl anymore, these older, wiser, and patient women have shown me, even if it’s ephemeral, the beauty of what having a loving relationship with a grandmother must be like. And for that, I am eternally grateful. .
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Feel free to follow the rest of my Fulbright journey at @ball.of.contradictions .
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Oi gente! Hello everyone! My name is Vanessa Castañeda, a Mexican-American 1st-gen PhD candidate from Charlotte, NC. I will be taking over the @fulbrightbrasil instagram account this week from Salvador, Brazil. I am carrying out interdisciplinary fieldwork research on baianas de acarajé, predominantly black women street vendors that sell West-African originating foods and that are strong symbols of Baianidade (Bahianness) within the Brazilian cultural imaginary. I’m excited to show you snippets of my life in the field. 
The second photo is of two baianas de receptivo in the historic center, Pelourinho.
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A Cátedra  de Música e Artes na Universidade de Indiana se destina a acadêmicos ou profissionais que atuem nas áreas de música (performance, composição, estudos de jazz, teoria musical, musicologia ou etnomusicologia) ou nas artes (artes visuais, teatro, drama ou dança contemporânea). A bolsa nos Estados Unidos compreende um semestre acadêmico para realizar performances, pesquisas e/ou ministrar cursos. 🗓️ Inscrições até 23 de outubro 📍Link do edital na bio

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Thank you all for following my Instagram takeover this week! I hope you enjoyed it 😊 Feel free to follow me @blonde_at_best for more pictures and stories of my time in Brazil. Also, follow @etasatfae and @smalltalkpodcastproject to see what things I am cooking up at FAE for the rest of the semester! Beijão ❤️
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Now, time for some throwbacks to last year as an ETA in Belém! I cannot articulate enough the differences between my two years in Brazil. I moved from hot to cold, north to south, coastal to interior, and public university to private institution. Living in such strikingly contrasting cities has allowed me to see two very different sides of Brazil and how big and diverse it truly is.
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1: Ver-o-Peso, Belém’s world-famous open-air market. It is always packed with Belemenses eating some açaí com peixe frito and drinking a local Tijuca beer along the waterfront. There are vendors selling everything: juices, chocolates, artesanal crafts, cachaça, fruits (taperabá and cupuaçu are my two personal favorites), vegetables, fresh fish, soccer jerseys, apothecary… the list goes on. 
2: Downtown Belém with its Portuguese-influenced tilework and brightly-colored colonial architecture.
3-4: It wouldn’t be a post about Belém if I didn’t include some food pictures! First: Açaí com peixe frito. Second: tacacá, a soup-like dish that is made from tucupí, jambú (a plant that numbs your mouth), and shrimp!
5: My volleyball team! We played together almost every Tuesday night. Saudades do meu time!
6: My co-ETA, Jan, and I with all of our students at our despedida (goodbye) party. I am so thankful for all the support and enthusiasm I had as an ETA at UFPA.
7: In addition to teaching workshops, I worked with the Ingles sem Fronteira (IsF) program, assisting the teachers with their classes. Here is a photo of my IsF family (some teachers, my co-ETA, and my host professor, Rosana) on my last day at UFPA last November. 
8: Ilha do Combu. Only a five-minute boat ride away, this island makes for an excellent day-trip  to escape from the bustle of the city, eat some fresh fish, and swim in the refreshing river water.
9: Círio, one of the largest Catholic festivals in the world! During the second weekend of October, Belém doubles in size with Brazilians visiting from all over the country to celebrate Nossa Senhora de Nazaré. You do not have to be religious to appreciate this holiday. There are parades, processions, and parties all weekend, ending with a delicious feast on Sunday.
Curitiba’s organization, many green spaces, and temperate climate makes it very accessible to runners and lovers of the outdoors (like myself)!
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1: In May, I ran the “Meia Maratona Internacional de Curitiba.” It was my first half marathon outside of the States; I loved the experience so much that I signed up to run a second one before the end of my grant. In October, I will be running the Serra da Graciosa Half Marathon which follows one of the oldest roads between Curitiba and Morretes through the Serra do Mar, a series of mountains on the eastern coast of Paraná. 
2-3: The first weekend in Curitiba, us “curitibano” ETAs took a bus to the outskirts of the city and hiked Pão de Loth.
4: The view of Curitiba from Anhangava, another mountain outside of the city!
5: O Caminho do Itupava: the oldest trail in Paraná. For 22 km (13.6 miles), my friends and I hiked through the Atlantic Forest from Quatro Barras, a municipality outside of  Curitiba, to Morretes, a town close to the shore of Paraná. We slept at a base camp under Pico do Marumbi and then caught a ride into town for lunch.
6-7: Two weekends ago, I hiked Pico do Paraná, the tallest peak in the south of Brazil, with two of my mentees from Ponta Grossa. This hike had been high on my bucket list since the moment I knew I’d be in Curitiba this year; felt pretty spectacular to check it off. Stunning views. Surreal landscape. We spent a day in the clouds!
8-9: You can ride one of the last remaining passenger trains in Brazil from Curitiba to Morretes. The four-hour ride takes you through breathtaking scenery of the Serra do Mar. 
10: Araucarias! The most beautiful, unique trees you have ever seen. During the winter, they produce large pine cones from which you can make pinhão, or large roasted pine nuts—a traditional Curitibano dish.
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