Written by Emma Hart – August 21, 2013
This morning, we had our last breakfast in the amazing city of Campinas. Before dropping me off with the rest of the group, my host father took me to eat pastel, a delicious deep fried pastry with various things inside.
So, we parked the car and went into a market where vendors were selling meat, fruits, vegetables, etc. We ordered our pastel, and watched as they threw the pastry into hot oil, and in a matter of seconds handed you your hot, crispy breakfast. The perfect first bite of pastel and sip of guarana (really good soda) was enough to make me smile.
My host father ordered another pastel, and began to eat it, and sip his Coke. I looked over my shoulder to the left and saw a homeless man. He looked really unhealthy. I’m not going to lie, I was a little bit scared when he was walking in my direction. I turned my head away. Continue reading
Posted from Campinas, São Paulo, Brazil.