Dark and Sweet

Our first trip to Brazil enthralled my family and me; and since that trip, we have yearned to return. And return we did! In fact, we have made many trips to Brazil over the last decade. The first thing that I have to say about Brazil is that the people are some of the warmest and most passionate people in the world. They kiss you on both cheeks when you come; they hug you and hang on to you while you are there, they share whatever they have with you, and they cry and beg you not to leave when you have to go home.

There are many ethnic groups in Brazil–indigineous indian, European, African, and multiracial, etc. There is much inter-marrige. The beauty of their culture shines through their actions and reactions. They are very family oriented and very devoted to family. This lovely attribute carries over in the Body of Christ, the Church.

There is less European influence than Argentina, but it still exists. There is quite a lot of influence from the wonderful indigenous peoples throughout Brazil that shows up in varied traditions, foods, and holidays. But I think two outstanding things about the people is their zest for life and their excellence in what they produce.

Brazil is famous for Brazilian steak houses or Chuhasscaria as they call it. These have become popular in the states now and other parts of the world. In Texas, you can find Fogo de Chia and Texas de Brazil. These are fairly authentic with American prices. A good steak house in Brazil will cost about half as much as the states, and that is the joy of being there.

The steak houses are famous for their lavish salad bars and the long skewers of barbequed meats that you can choose from. Waiters roam the restaurant offering everything grilled and well-seasoned from lamb, to pork, to chicken to filet mignon. (I sound like a travel agent.) Chuhascarria, in Brazil or America, is a a favorite “special occasion” restaurant for the Wilks family.

I wrote the following poem in the home of dear Brazilian friends. It is typical for Brazilians to employ several maids. I had awakened before everyone, and the maid was in the kitchen waiting to serve me. My Portuguese was weak, and I had such a yearning to communicate with her. She was so attentive and sweet. I could tell the presence of foreigners seemed very strange to her. After breakfast, I retreated to the porch with my journal and pen and began to write.

This is a favorite of mine.

Dark and Sweet

The shy young Brazilian

maid smiles at me from

a distance as she pours

dark and sweet morning coffee

into my clean, white cup.

The two of us are alone

in a big family kitchen,

stumbling over each other

in silence. Like an obedient child,

she waits to serve the breakfast

I do not want. I am hungry to know

her name, about her family, her

hometown. Yearning to say more than,

Obrigaddo,” I repeat it over and over. The

maid knows me from movies and television.

I know her from Compton’s Encyclopedia.

She considers me rich and fat,

as she pours another steaming stream of

dark and sweet liquid into my empty,

now coffee-stained cup.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. T says:

    hey bon,
    very touchin story. how humbling. how loving they are. it sounds like they will give you the shirt off their back. something in me so wants to reach out and something else wants to fix the situation somehow, even though i dont’ have the wherewithal to fix it or know for sure that it needs fixing at all, they sound like a beautiful people and honoring people. what a privilege and joy to get to be around them for a while and enjoy their lovely culture. they can teach us a lot,

  2. Bonnie says:

    Hey, T,

    You would love Brazil. You should make a trip sometime.

    How are the Serios in Germany? When will you see them?


  3. Gozinho says:

    your poem dark and sweet is spot on. that is exactly my experience the first time i stayed at the home of a brazilian friend. i am amazed, intrigued, thankful, and remiss all at the same time.

  4. Bonnie says:

    Thanks for stopping by and for the commet!


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