Riberirão Preto, Pullman, Pami, Party, Police. Pistola.. and Pole Dance!

3pm. I wake up when Maria gets into my room to get the laundry. It's time to pack the bags and leave. I drag myself to the kitchen.. I see Domi half dead in the Tv room, she nod at me and I nod back. Its not the time to talk.

4.30pm. Domi tells me she cannot get dressed.. her arm is hurting. She wont come with me to the train station, Im going with Pedro. It's the first time i'm taking the Metro,its very clean but too much people, I wonder if i'm gonna make it... I can barely stand up straight, Pedro is carrying my bags- what an Hero.

4 hour trip to Riberirao Preto, exacty what I need. Riberirao Preto looks like a small Paradise city. My friend Pam meets me at the station. Pami pami pami, we meet up her friends and eat Brazilian food, a lot of different kinds of meat and bread, always bread.

Later that night we're going out... its nothing special, just hanging out and talking. Before we leave the club to go home Pam calls the security police, for them to go to her house so that we can go into the house safe. On our way we don't stop the car for anything, red light nothing. I ask Pam why, its dark but it seems calm and peaceful. Pam tells me that if I lived a couple of years in Brazil I would understand.. its very dangerous to stop the car, you can easily get robbed, she explains to me. When we get home the police is waiting outside our house.

The next day we wake up early, its hot and sunny, about 30degrees.. swedish as I am I just want to go out and tan! haha. But it's not an option. Around 1.30 we're leaving to go to the supermarket, me Pam and her mother. Im in the backseat, we're driving on a small street, suddenly Pam's mother starts screaming.. in front of us two guys are chasing an other guy and shooting with a guns up in the air, Pam stops the car, her mother screams to turn around and take an other street, two girls around 6-7 years old are rollerblading on the street, Pam open the window says something in portuguese and then "pistola, pistola" and the girls runs into the house! Its 1.30 during the day... Pam says its not normal... "but its normal in Brazil.. be happy that u don't live in Rio..." Pam tells me.

Later that day its time for Pole Dance! Pam's sister Ingrid have a scuola di danza and they have Pole classes almost every day. Today it was my turn to join. Before class Ingrid asked me if I have shorts.. I showed her my work-out tights.. she smiled gently and gave me a pair of shorts, one size, it reminded me of heaven on Wednesday...

"Uma Gringa" is here today, (that would be me), Gabriela as the girl was called showed us how to go up, down and how to swing around the pole,she was light as a feather and did movements I thought only cats could do, eitghter I was wrong or she's been born catish. Everything was to the sound of Jennifer Lopez..After 1hour I knew all the basic movements on the pole. "The strenght is in the legs" Gabriela told me.. and she thought I did very good! (I do have very strong legs) It was fun, but I see no future for me on the pole... indeed it was good workout! My arms were hurting and my legs full of bruises.. Pam thought it would be a good party trick for me.. I don't know if I agree on that :P

It's hot here and I cannot wait for the Beach. Life home seems far away, Hope everything is Good!

xx Fica com Deus!