I got up hours after the rooster crowed. Still in my undies, I brushed my teeth, washed my face and took a look at the fancy Nespresso coffee machine in the corner of the room.
“You have your very own coffee machine?” Feng had asked.
“I have my very own coffee machine.”
“Like the same one the Bella Cintra hotel had in the lobby? Lucky you!”
Yes, my Airbnb came with a Nespresso coffee machine, it was in the description and all. No, this is not why I booked it—you can buy a great cup of coffee anywhere in Brazil, hell, you can even help yourself from the thermos in many supermarkets—but it’s a cool bonus.
That is, if you know how to use the damn machine.
The host left seven pods in a glass jar, one for every day of my stay. The first one I inserted got squashed and I ended up with a cup of hot water. The second one got stuck and I had to open the machine to retrieve it slightly dented. The third one fell through the machine.
Clearly, I need coffee before making coffee. I kept the damaged pod, I’ll try to Google “Nespresso for dummies” when I get a chance. Meanwhile, I’ll just order coffee in Portuguese, easier than dealing with a fancy machine.
Okay, clothes. Eh… wait… looks like it’s actually hot today!
It’s been a very wet summer in Southern Brazil and it’s chilly in São Paulo—a bit above 20⁰C during the day, around 17⁰C at night. On Saturday, it felt too cold to wear my fantasia. But today would be the day to walk around the city half-naked like everybody else.
I still stashed my shorts in my bag—I had the feeling the tule skirt was going to annoy me after a while. Never been a skirt or dress girl.
The plan for Sunday was to head to Centro where there was a long list of blocos, then come back through Consolação for more blocos—there was the Vra Power bloco in rua Augusta, for sure.
Basically, a Sunday of blocos.
From the Airbnb to Centro, it’s an easy four-kilometre walk—by “easy”, I mean “no hills”, some streets are very steep in São Paulo. There was a Sunday market on Rua Maj. Diogo, on the way, and it was funny to see old ladies shopping for fruits and veggies while guys in pink tutus were speeding through the small crowd. Same Sundays, different plans…
In Centro, Explode Coração had turned into a megabloco around Praça da República. I bumped into the smaller Bloco Carna Ursos in Largo do Arouche, then eventually find my way back to Consolação.
Next stop, rua Augusta, the street with edgy parties even outside Carnival. Unsurprisingly, it was jam-packed for the Vra Power bloco—rua Augusta is very, very long but not that wide and there was no room to move around, plus the crowd gets very drunk and somewhat rowdy.
I escaped after half an hour.
Enough blocos for me for the day.