Birthday. Barbeque. Beer. Brasil. Bliss.

 A Birthday... The only day in the year where you get to enjoy yourself however you want, as much as you want. It was that day for my '2nd Brasilian Mother' ( I dont really like saying that, rather stick with 'My Mother') The stage, or better, the grill was set. Barbeque it was.

The Host for the day. What a Jolly person!

After getting up lazily at Brunch time.. (Neither morning nor afternoon) I got ready for a kickass time with My parents and My Taiwanese Brother. After a quick Parabéns and a little Indian gift, we were on our way. I had just been told that it was a BBQ at a very close friends house. Did not quite expect the following... The Delgadinho's were the hosts for the Sunday. Big house. GREAT people.
    When we reached, there were already a few people there.. More joined in later. My Uncle ( Who is a crazy football fanatic, mind you) and My Aunt got there with their kids too and the place was rocking. My Portuguese has improved quite a lot, so it was easier to converse with people! The Caipirinhas were rolling out of the bar, The Beef rolling out of the grill, the Beer out of the fridge. It was kind of a re-union actually... Old friends, relatives getting together, having a good time. The Brasilian version of Diwali!! See, I did not exactly miss Diwali!

With My Cousin Manuella and Brother Georphoe

      I was happy to see two more guys there.. Always ready to make new friends! Surprise surprise, I met a Spanish guy, Pablo who was visting his aunt and his friend Rafa ( Brasilian). Cool guys. We went to Pablo's house later for some Football by the pool with Reggae in the background. Spent a good 90 minutes at Pablo's place. Went back and My Dad ( He had some work on a Sunday. Poor guy.) had returned by then. We talked for a while and then it was time to leave. A 20 minute car journey ended by dropping me to my house and them proceeding to my future house!
    I learnt one thing this Sunday... About people, about parents, about friends, about barbeques, about life in general. Everything this Sunday gave me, made me happy. Made me feel different. I am not 'Just Another Kid' I matter to people and people matter to me. I am something to people who read this blog, who have the time to read about my life in Brasil. And those people matter to me because however tired I am, I write this blog.

It may seem out of context, but it is not. This Sunday taught me this. Carolino, Zugliani or Ranade. The surname doesnt matter. They are my parents and I am their child.         Amen.

P.S. Special Mention to Manchester City for kicking the crap out of ManU. 6-1 at Old Trashford. Made this Sunday even more special.