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Brasil and Futbol

I’m back. I was only gone for one month but its strange how you get used to things. I got used to my routine and it was a weird feeling waking up from a nap today here in the US feeling homesick for Rio. Mystic soul captured the feeling exactly in his comment: “…as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart: How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city……Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets..,…Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst…” I miss a lot of things but there is much to be cherished in the US as well and its good to back too.

Mezba was curious about the world cup frenzy in Brasil. One word: Wow. I knew Brasilians love soccer as was evident by all the basketball and tennis courts converted to soccer fields but Wow. Its unlike anything I have ever seen in the United States as the decoration, marketing, and excitement seems to supercede US frenzy during the last ten shopping days before Christmas. Everything from Blockbuster to banks are decked out in yellow and green. Streets are lined with green and yellow with people in green and yellow jerseys as everyone counts down to game day.

And then its game day. A day unlike any other. Everything shuts down. No cabbies. No grocery stores. 24 hour gym? closed. Rio De Janeiro is a ghost city save the bars and restaurants you have to reserve seats well in advance peppering the streets with fans glued to the screen. And when Brasil scores, you can’t hear anything but screams and laughter and cheers. People are hugging and dancing and kissing and blaring horns.

Now that I am back in the US its really strange to see the lack of interest in the World Cup. I half expected our own streets to be flanked in red white and blue watching the game with avid interest. But they are not. Most of the world is passionate about futbol but the US is strangely absent in the frenzy. Is it because its not conducive to commercial breaks so its just not marketed to us? Anyhow here are some pictures in a feeble attempt to capture the frenzy for Futbol in Brasil. Any picture can be enlarged when clicked. I even threw in a few pics of our highly tanned selves. Desis are quite the paradox. The sun is avoided like the plague for deathly fear of tanning yet only five minutes of exposure can deepen us three shades. It never ceases to tickle me.

14 thoughts on “Brasil and Futbol”

  1. Nice pics. The brazil flags on the building was amazing. Haven’t seen extragavanza like that since my middle east days.Too bad the US doesn’t get into the world cup spirit. There was even one commentator on an American news network (I forgot which one) who said the ‘World Cup’ shouldn’t be called the ‘World’ Cup because soccer wasn’t big in an important country like the US!!! I was laughing my head off.


  2. Maleeha, Pixie thanks πŸ™‚ Mezba, um okay so we dont call it the world cup when the entire world is competing… but we will call football, baseball and basketall finals which are only played among American teams against each other World Championships. YEAH that makes a whole bunch of sense. Sheeeesh!!


  3. Gosh – it is so hard to be torn between 2 (or more!) places in the world. It’ll always be a part of you now. I loved the photos. Look at the puppy. LOL.I would be really interested to read a book about the “football” phenomenon and why it is not as popular in the US. It’s kind of sad. I’m jealous of these countries that have this one thing that brings them all together. The US still has a chance! I couldn’t believe they managed a tie with Italy after being so humiliated by the Czech Republic. Let’s have our own little party, Aisha πŸ˜‰ US vs Ghana on Thursday! πŸ™‚Oh – and as for your comment on my blog. The phrase “absence makes the heart grow fonder” is *so* true. This being away from my husband is surely going to be a breath of fresh air into our relationship. Already he has E-mailed me love letters and a poem. He hasn’t done that since we were boyfriend/girlfriend! We really miss each other.I’m glad you and Kashif are reunited and that you’re home safe πŸ™‚


  4. Welcome home! Thank you for filling us in on your trip while you were gone. I enjoyed the posts and the photos. So tell me was it life changing?


  5. Tee, YAY someone who follows the REAL FOOTBALL :). Well yes US did tie with Italy… BUT Italy scored the tie FOR them, lol. That was really funny. Entertainment at its finest. And that is so sweeet about the love letters and poems. I just think time apart makes you realize how much they mean to you. Its good for marriage I really do believe, and I’m glad that while you are apart you’re still having a great time though ofcourse a part of you still feels off.Mia, yes it really really was. It was an incredible experience but with so many of such moments I dont know where to begin processing it all. Have you ever experienced that? What did you do?


  6. Yay, welcome home! Love the pictures. Yes, Brazilian with soccer are “OC!” Back in the day, I work in the hotel business and worked with/dated and guy named Paulo from Brazil. He was an semi-pro player when he was home but came to the US/Florida to work.I swear he could kick a dinner roll a 100 mph and dribble it in the air for DAYS! LOL!! AND, he was VERY cute!


  7. Mommyblogr, ooh a soccer player named Paolo. That’s cool πŸ™‚ and yes not to stereotype but it was rare to see a kid or an adult who couldnt do crazy stuff with soccer balls.Amani, thanks πŸ™‚


  8. girl write it all down, please. Years from now it’s still going to be coming back to you. I can tell you this one encounter I had with a child in another country is what set me on my present life course. Sometimes our eyes and hearts are opened in the oddest of places .


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