Somehow I’ve landed in Bahia, Brazil. Well, it’s no accident really. I’ve been planning this move for a couple of months now. Starting in March, I’ll begin working on an organic farm in a beautiful National Park called Chapada Diamantina. I found this farm via the WWOOF Brazil organization of which I’m a member. In exchange for 4-6 hours of farm work, I’ll receive free room & board. It’s time to take my relationship with food to the next level by learning how to grow and harvest it.
In the meantime, I’m hanging out in Salvador, Bahia, Brazil’s Capital of Happiness, until I begin island hopping to recuperate from a long 18 months of New York City non-stop-ness. Close to my new home are teeny markets and shops that service the more than 4 million residents in this loud, wild, and colorful city. Last night around midnight, I was chased by stray dogs. I was actually screaming in the street until this homeless guy came to my aid. Thank goodness for homeless dog whisperers.
The walk through the multiple markets and street shops is a total trip to all five senses. The vibe is always lively and somewhat entertaining if you didn’t grow up in these parts. Yesterday, I cautiously asked a few of the vendors if I could take a photo. Every one of them said, pode (yes you can).
At a glance, one could summarize Brazil’s cuisine in three words: meat, bread, and cheese. Then add the word fried in front of each. The antithesis of my diet back in New York, it’s taken me nearly a week to find healthier items to prepare for lunch and dinner. More on this soon — gotta run. Have a gorgeous day and do something outrageous!
With love and hugs and warmth.