I am lucky enough to have had the opportunity to travel to
multiple countries in Latin America, and I have certainly fallen in love with
the region as a result. This past month
has marked my first time in Brazil, but because of my previous experience in
Latin America, I sort of felt before coming as if I already knew the answer to
the question, “Who is Brazil?” I have
spent only a month in Brazil with somewhat limited cultural exposure, so I will
attempt to answer that question while understanding that there is a whole lot
that I still do not know much about when it comes to Brazilian culture and
identity.
Much of my answer has to do with the same stereotypes as
those outlined in this essay prompt: that Brazilians have in fact, proven to generally
be very nice, welcoming and generous people.
I can think of countless examples of people the group encountered in the
past month who were friendly and openhearted to an incredible degree. For example, it was Tiago and Vanessa’s job
to be our guides throughout our time in Sao Paulo and Curitiba, but they were
certainly not required to open up to us the way they did, invite us out with
them at night, or give us so many personal recommendations for places to go or
things to do. They definitely went above
and beyond their normal duties, as did our teacher Thomas, who was more than
happy to share his love of Brazilian music with the group outside of class.
On top of our wonderful guides, I continued to meet other
amazingly nice people along the way. Just
this past week in Curitiba, I met a family at the futebol game between Coritiba
FC and Flamengo who seemed genuinely thrilled to see Americans taking an
interest in their team. They helped me
learn the words to the chants and songs of the rest of the fans so that our
group could participate more fully in the action. I was very thankful for their help, but what
stood out to me was how helping me out made them so happy.
A few days later, when the group traveled to Morretes, I had
another similar encounter. While
wandering through the streets of the historic town, Evan, Saule and I stumbled
upon a restaurant situated in a beautiful spot next to the Nhundiaquara
River. We went over to check out the
view and were immediately greeted by a man who worked at the restaurant who
introduced himself to us as Leandro.
Leandro bent over backwards to make us feel at home, offering us free
drinks, encouraging us to take as many photos as we wanted and even putting up
hammocks for us to relax in. He was so
incredibly nice that I felt obligated to ask him if he had any bottles of
cachaça for sale, just so I could support his business somehow (the group was
leaving soon so there was no time to sit and eat at the restaurant). It turned out there were no bottles for sale,
but Leandro didn’t mind one bit, seemed perfectly content to see us enjoying
his place, with or without any financial reward for his business. Our enjoyment was good enough for him. As we were leaving the restaurant, we ran
into the owner of the building, a man named Luis Antonio. Luis Antonio was thrilled to see us admiring
his property, especially the beautiful tree sprouting up from the center of
it. He couldn’t wait to share everything
he knew about Morretes and about his property, and our interest in what he had
to say seemed like a real delight to him.
Other examples of Brazilians’ generosity and welcoming
nature were plentiful throughout our time here, including Victor the hostel
bartender who was always happy to see the group and more than willing to point
us in the right direction when we wanted to go out at night, the waiter at the
burger place down the street who was always thrilled to see us, and many other good
souls encountered during our stay.
I somewhat expected this type of treatment because I had
somewhat similar experiences when I traveled to Argentina, Uruguay, Chile and
Ecuador. Friendliness had always seemed
to me like a hallmark of Latin American culture, and Brazil has proven to be no
different. It felt especially unsurprising
after Thomas taught our group about the concept of the Brazilian “cordial man,”
whose fundamental tenets could be observed over and over again in the people
who seemed to work so hard to have positive interactions with the group.
However, the treatment I’ve received has been particularly
interesting this time around, given the current state of the world. From terrorist attacks across the world to
conflicts with the police, these are contentious times. This has been especially evident during the
presidential election cycle in the United States, where a lot of xenophobic
rhetoric has come to the surface. Latin
American people have become the target of a lot of the cacophony emanating from
the United States at the moment. It
would therefore be understandable for Brazilians to be somewhat wary of
Americans coming to visit their country.
My stories and experiences have shown their attitudes to be quite the
opposite of wary.
Perhaps much of the treatment I encountered can be chalked
up to Brazilians’ long-standing adherence to the way of the cordial man, but it
is also very admirable. All the
friendliness certainly made me feel good and made me want to strive to be the
nicest person I could be. I suppose in
answering “who is Brazil,” I would say that Brazil is someone I want to be.