On Saturday morning I collect Eneias from his hotel at 9 am. He is still suffering from jet-lag, and has been awake since 5.30 am. He smiles, and says he got up and played his guitar.
He has been walking around the city and has already checked out the music shops. He is thinking about buying a guitar here - surprisingly, they are cheaper here than in Brazil.
We drive to the school where my Portuguese lessons are held. This is the first class after the summer holiday break. I settle down with my fellow students on the little primary school chairs. He sets up his equipment, and together we perform three songs. The teacher then leads a discussion about the music and we examine and translate the lyrics.
I'm happy for him, that this morning he has a few Brazilian people to talk to. This must surely make him feel more at home. My Portuguese conversation (such as it is) is very slow and halting.
As the class draws to a close, a whole lot of people arrive. They are new students, adults and children, arriving for the start of the new term. There is now quite a crowd in the room. We perform one more song and hand out flyers for our show.
We go back to my house and rehearse for a while. Then I take him to the Festival Centre cafe, on the riverbank, for a sandwich lunch.
He keeps on trying to get into the driver's seat of my car. This tells me I need to watch his road safety - he is not used to traffic coming from the "wrong" direction.
I drop him back at the hotel for a siesta, before we go out for an evening meal.
We take him to the beachside suburb of Glenelg. We go for a walk along the beach, then head back the other way towards the marina. Eventually we find a table overlooking the sea and have some bruschetta and a couple of seafood platters. We watch the spectacular sunset and try to capture it on camera.
Then we get some gelato from a nearby shop.
Tomorrow, our rehearsals will commence in earnest.
He has been walking around the city and has already checked out the music shops. He is thinking about buying a guitar here - surprisingly, they are cheaper here than in Brazil.
We drive to the school where my Portuguese lessons are held. This is the first class after the summer holiday break. I settle down with my fellow students on the little primary school chairs. He sets up his equipment, and together we perform three songs. The teacher then leads a discussion about the music and we examine and translate the lyrics.
I'm happy for him, that this morning he has a few Brazilian people to talk to. This must surely make him feel more at home. My Portuguese conversation (such as it is) is very slow and halting.
As the class draws to a close, a whole lot of people arrive. They are new students, adults and children, arriving for the start of the new term. There is now quite a crowd in the room. We perform one more song and hand out flyers for our show.
We go back to my house and rehearse for a while. Then I take him to the Festival Centre cafe, on the riverbank, for a sandwich lunch.
He keeps on trying to get into the driver's seat of my car. This tells me I need to watch his road safety - he is not used to traffic coming from the "wrong" direction.
I drop him back at the hotel for a siesta, before we go out for an evening meal.
We take him to the beachside suburb of Glenelg. We go for a walk along the beach, then head back the other way towards the marina. Eventually we find a table overlooking the sea and have some bruschetta and a couple of seafood platters. We watch the spectacular sunset and try to capture it on camera.
Then we get some gelato from a nearby shop.
Tomorrow, our rehearsals will commence in earnest.
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