The above sweets are from three different students. Two of them remembered that i was looking for penny sweets before half term and gave them to me yesterday. The creme egg is from a generous 6th former.
The results have come in and my students have all passed! A few even did even better than I could have predicted given the level of work they achieved at school. So I’m pleased and happy for them and myself!
One A star super star
Three amazing A’s
Ten brilliant B’s
Eleven capable and committed C’s
Eleven dedicated D’s and
Eight excellent E’s.
With some hiking. Okay a lot of hiking! Google has usefully created an album of my best pics from the beautiful region of Chapada de Guimaraes from the beginning of my trip. Check it out below… Also have a look at my very attractive leg wear – to protect from snakes!
I wouldn’t have volunteered to go hiking for several days but as my options in the city weren’t great, I thought it would be a good opportunity to see somewhere I wouldn’t usually be able to go.
It turned out to be one of the highlights of my trip as it was like a lovely weekend away. The weather was good, the scenery was gorgeous and unique and we just relaxed in the small square in the evenings. Oh and on the first night we arrived there was a live music festival!
I’ve had a delightful day today starting with peering into rock pools- it’s like a miniscule, beautiful universe with so many tiny electric blue fishes, 100s of crabs including the fine gentleman below and I touched what I think is some type of huge sea slug?! It felt really smooth lol.
This was followed by watching lots of capoiera, the most I’ve seen in fact. There was a quaint, white and blue church in the background as children, teens and adults had their practice in the open air with the sun above them and the sea to their right. It was really lovely to see everyone practicing together and the open air seemed so right.
I’ve had some great food including some amazing graviola and passionfruit ice cream and lots of sushi that I couldn’t even finish!
As I’m on my hols I had a cheeky beer on the beach, yes I have learned to drink beer from my french travelling companion lol. I then visited the Tamar turtle sanctuary. It’s undeniable that the work they do is necessary but I felt a bit sad for the turtles to be in that environment instead of their natural one. Do you think you can swim with turtles? I think I’d like to!
Back to the city tomorrow but then it’s on to my final destination- Rio de Janiero!
Nb- Brazil are playing Germany and just scored and so everyone in the bar next door are going nuts!!!!
I had a really nice afternoon venturing out on my own into the city to find the museum of modern art, wandering into churches and treating myself to pancake. I’ve been writing more since travelling and here is what I wrote today:
I find myself at the edge of the water,
sitting in the sun,
Where high rises overlook pink, yellow and green rundown houses,
Built into the side of the motorway, above the sea.
Teenagers float in the pale, turquoise of the water.
It’s the day my legs become a mystery to me in their new smoothness.
It is a Tuesday afternoon in Salvador,
The police are a regular sight,
Couple’s kiss and pose by the sunlit sea,
While well turned out women are being pulled somewhere.
Curly haired boys sing snatches of songs I don’t understand,
while street vendors play Marilina Mendoca,
that song of longing, heartache and Brazil.
I often think of you like this.
Wishing you were here to lean against,
To kiss your cheek.
To feel your arm around my shoulder.
Should I have kissed you more?
To make up for all the times,
I’d want to,
but be too far;
and too uncertain of everything.
Except my name,
my fears and
the hair removed to symbolise my attractiveness.
Clippings of fingernails,
Curved moons of eyebrow hair,
Straight,stubbly,shiny hair of legs,
Rinsed down plugholes, emptied into bins and flicked into nowhere-ness.
The blue tourist bus moves through the city above on the ridge,
More teenagers jump fearlessly into the water,
The well dressed ladies glide past again on their jaunt.
The guards come to watch lasciviously or
maybe to break the monotony the teens that grow in number,
The boys swim out to a tethered yellow boat,
Calling the others to join them.
My carefully washed hair now piled in a messy bundle at my nape.
I speak little Portuguese and,
I’m thousands of miles from anyone who knows my heart.
It is ten past three,
the clouds have dimmed the 100 watt beam of the sun.
I walk past a crumbling building,
Three brown skinned men in navy blue t-shirts,
stand in three empty window frames each 7 feet high on the top floor,
It’s now four thirty,
by night fall we’ll follow the drums in the cobbled streets,
Dancing until we no longer know our name’s,
or our uncertainties.
So I’m in Salvador which I am really enjoying. The quaint, cobbled streets of Pelourinho are touristy but also perfect. It’s much calmer now the weekend is over. I love the coloured, colonial building’s; the weather is balmy after the intense heat of Manaus and I finally got to a beach!
There is music everywhere especially at the weekend. You can hear it leaking from the churches and in the streets both from samba bands and pouring from bars. I am going to hang out here until I go to Rio next week or at least until I get bored.