Finally the Forró

Well it's about time, but I finally made it to the hot spot here every Wednesday and Saturday night: The Forró Dancing.

Around 2 o'clock in the morning the usually quiet restaurant is transformed into the place to be by removing half the tables and chairs and setting up a band who rock the rest of the night away. The locals who have been dancing the Forró and Samba and practicing Capoeira all their lives could easily have danced circles around us gringos. Instead everyone was welcoming, slowing down their steps and attempting to teach the dance to those of us with two left feet.

I didn't plan on going out that night because I hurt my elbow and after attempting to windsurf with it, it just hurt more. So I figured I'd call it an early night and went to bed around 10:30. (Jen was already asleep in her book so I figured she was out for the night.) But turns out she intended to get up and go out with the three Israelis at our pousada. So after a few Capinheiras down at the beach she headed to the Forró Place and sent Daniel to come wake me up. I was super confused because I was forced out of a deep sleep at 2 am due someone pounding on my window telling me to come out dancing. I 'zombied' over to the Forró and was jolted awake with loud music, cool beers and fast paced dancing. The club was extra busy that night so it kept up the beat until 5 in the morning, which means dawn was well on its way before we finally collapsed in to bed.