Samba na Gema

August 16, 2009

The singer’s voice was clear through the guitars and drums and tambourine that splashed across the room full of cariocas shaking with the samba.  Feet moved unbelievably quickly, a young woman with long dark hair twirled circles around her namorado.  Older dancers and revelers sang along with the bossa nova tunes that they knew so well and everyone shook and jimmied and the energy of the room carried us up over our caiparinhas and over the emptiness of the Lapa Streets.

Even boys who don’t like dancing get swept up in the samba, in the sheer kineticism of crowd.  Both Scott and Chris boogied down with me and Jaime, twirling and feeling the pulse of the music.  


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