Last night we went to see a samba school rehearsal. While Carnaval remains more than two months away, preparations have been underway for months and this particular school, Mangueira, holds a weekly musical rehearsal on Saturday nights.
In typical gringo fashion, we showed up about an hour and a half too early (our mistake!) Megan did dance; no the world didn’t end. Matt, to our surprise (and the surprise of most people there) dances the samba quite well.
Let me describe it this way: It’s 85 degrees, you’re in a large tin warehouse. The speakers are turned up so loud, you won’t be able to hear for days, and there’s a 60 piece drum corps banging away. Beers are cheap. The 800 or so people next to you are moving in way
s you honestly didn’t think possible, but you might like to imitate. Most importantly, everyone has a smile on their face.
It was definitely a night to remember – but also one to recover from.
In typical gringo fashion, we showed up about an hour and a half too early (our mistake!) Megan did dance; no the world didn’t end. Matt, to our surprise (and the surprise of most people there) dances the samba quite well.
Let me describe it this way: It’s 85 degrees, you’re in a large tin warehouse. The speakers are turned up so loud, you won’t be able to hear for days, and there’s a 60 piece drum corps banging away. Beers are cheap. The 800 or so people next to you are moving in way
s you honestly didn’t think possible, but you might like to imitate. Most importantly, everyone has a smile on their face.It was definitely a night to remember – but also one to recover from.
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