On the morning after our show, we farewell Mara and Marlí, who have to fly home to Jaraguá.
My team presents me with a gift - it's a T-shirt with the music of The Girl From Ipanema on the front. Mara sneakily bought it for me while we were exploring the streets of Ipanema. It's a lovely surprise.
Enéias and Junior are staying on in Rio for one more day, and my husband will be flying home to Australia in two days.
We decide to visit the Botanic Gardens. I've never been there, because last year we ran out of time.
But I've seen the lush tropical gardens in the DVD of Diana Krall's concert in Rio de Janeiro.
We ask the taxi driver to drop us at the Tom Jobim museum, on the edge of the gardens.
Arriving there, the museum is easy to find. Inside, the walls are covered with photos, letters, telegrams and hand-written sheet music and lyrics. There are also some display cases containing further memorabilia, including Jobim's collection of bird-sound pipes. We spend quite a while looking at and photographing everything.
Now our Tom Jobim pilgrimage is complete.
Enéias wants to play his guitar in the gardens, but the attendant at the gate says he can't bring his guitar in. Apparently the vibrations would be upsetting to nature. So my husband and I go in for a quick look, and then the other two join us, having parked the guitar with the attendant. When the mist disperses, we catch glimpses of the statue of Christ the Redeemer through the trees.
Junior approaches some young women and offers to take a photo of their group. They are delighted, pose for pictures, then chat with him animatedly. We joke that he is taking down all of their phone numbers.
We will have to come back to Rio to spend more time in the gardens.
I've been receiving messages from my friend Tony from São Paolo. He's coming to Rio for business and wonders if we can meet up. Arriving back at the hotel, I find him in the Reception area.
We all have lunch at a nearby beachside restaurant. The serves are huge and I eat way too much.
And now I need an afternoon rest, because we have a big night planned.
My team presents me with a gift - it's a T-shirt with the music of The Girl From Ipanema on the front. Mara sneakily bought it for me while we were exploring the streets of Ipanema. It's a lovely surprise.
Enéias and Junior are staying on in Rio for one more day, and my husband will be flying home to Australia in two days.
We decide to visit the Botanic Gardens. I've never been there, because last year we ran out of time.
But I've seen the lush tropical gardens in the DVD of Diana Krall's concert in Rio de Janeiro.
We ask the taxi driver to drop us at the Tom Jobim museum, on the edge of the gardens.
Arriving there, the museum is easy to find. Inside, the walls are covered with photos, letters, telegrams and hand-written sheet music and lyrics. There are also some display cases containing further memorabilia, including Jobim's collection of bird-sound pipes. We spend quite a while looking at and photographing everything.
Now our Tom Jobim pilgrimage is complete.
Enéias wants to play his guitar in the gardens, but the attendant at the gate says he can't bring his guitar in. Apparently the vibrations would be upsetting to nature. So my husband and I go in for a quick look, and then the other two join us, having parked the guitar with the attendant. When the mist disperses, we catch glimpses of the statue of Christ the Redeemer through the trees.
Junior approaches some young women and offers to take a photo of their group. They are delighted, pose for pictures, then chat with him animatedly. We joke that he is taking down all of their phone numbers.
We will have to come back to Rio to spend more time in the gardens.
I've been receiving messages from my friend Tony from São Paolo. He's coming to Rio for business and wonders if we can meet up. Arriving back at the hotel, I find him in the Reception area.
We all have lunch at a nearby beachside restaurant. The serves are huge and I eat way too much.
And now I need an afternoon rest, because we have a big night planned.
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