Most of our rehearsals take place at Eneias' apartment, which is upstairs in the main shopping street.
The centrepiece of his home is the music studio - light-filled, spacious and well-equipped. It's a lovely environment in which to rehearse.
Then, for a change of scenery, we decamp to a music shop across the road, where we play for the staff and customers. I note the wide selections of pandeiros and other percussion instruments, and start to plan what I might buy.
During our first couple of days in Jaraguá we are introduced to some more of Enéias' friends.
I've encountered these people on Facebook, and some have already "friended" me.
It feels strange meeting people in person, when until now they have only been Facebook friends. It's like meeting a the cast of a TV show.
Thiago swings into the apartment with his guitar. He and Enéias weave a spell with a wonderfully creative version of Vitor Ramil's song Viajei. As I sing, I feel as if I'm floating.
We visit the theatre where we are perform, and there we meet Rubens, actor and clown. He teaches us how to play the shaker and also the "cuica" (the instrument with the funny "whoop-whoop" sound often heard in Brazilian music).
At an advertising agency we meet Márcio, who had helped to calm my anxiety in February, while I was waiting for Enéias to arrive in Adelaide.
And at our first performance, at a shopping centre, there is Bogdan, my very first Brazilian Facebook friend. It was Bogdan who introduced me to Enéias. I can scarcely believe I'm meeting Bogdan - it feels surreal. He proves to be a delightful guy, and he also attends our theatre performance with his daughter.
Enéias' friends all seem to be musicians, writers, actors and artists. I find myself welcomed into a creative community.
Our new friend Rone shows us his impressive mosaic creations, including a wall of large panels along a street, commissioned by a local company for its 100-year anniversary.
Enéias has a kitchen that only makes coffee. He never cooks; always goes out for lunch. His regular place is Bela Catarina, and he takes us there each day for the lunch buffet.
Musically, Enéias and I easily pick up where we left off six months ago. It's much easier now we know each other.
I start to settle into the rhythm of life in Jaraguá.
The centrepiece of his home is the music studio - light-filled, spacious and well-equipped. It's a lovely environment in which to rehearse.
Then, for a change of scenery, we decamp to a music shop across the road, where we play for the staff and customers. I note the wide selections of pandeiros and other percussion instruments, and start to plan what I might buy.
During our first couple of days in Jaraguá we are introduced to some more of Enéias' friends.
I've encountered these people on Facebook, and some have already "friended" me.
It feels strange meeting people in person, when until now they have only been Facebook friends. It's like meeting a the cast of a TV show.
Thiago swings into the apartment with his guitar. He and Enéias weave a spell with a wonderfully creative version of Vitor Ramil's song Viajei. As I sing, I feel as if I'm floating.
We visit the theatre where we are perform, and there we meet Rubens, actor and clown. He teaches us how to play the shaker and also the "cuica" (the instrument with the funny "whoop-whoop" sound often heard in Brazilian music).
At an advertising agency we meet Márcio, who had helped to calm my anxiety in February, while I was waiting for Enéias to arrive in Adelaide.
And at our first performance, at a shopping centre, there is Bogdan, my very first Brazilian Facebook friend. It was Bogdan who introduced me to Enéias. I can scarcely believe I'm meeting Bogdan - it feels surreal. He proves to be a delightful guy, and he also attends our theatre performance with his daughter.
Enéias' friends all seem to be musicians, writers, actors and artists. I find myself welcomed into a creative community.
Our new friend Rone shows us his impressive mosaic creations, including a wall of large panels along a street, commissioned by a local company for its 100-year anniversary.
Enéias has a kitchen that only makes coffee. He never cooks; always goes out for lunch. His regular place is Bela Catarina, and he takes us there each day for the lunch buffet.
Musically, Enéias and I easily pick up where we left off six months ago. It's much easier now we know each other.
I start to settle into the rhythm of life in Jaraguá.
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