
Tattered sails and dusty roads
Cobblestone streets with urchin feet
Monday festivities with a warm summer breeze
Tuesday’s brunch with a hangover punch
All day at the beach, with fish to eat
Washed down with beer, life seems so clear
Artisans ply their crafts all day
Parasails dot the sky up high
Daring jumps off sandy dunes
Plunge straight down into the valley of doom
Cocktails await to calm your nerves
Back on the road, through blistering runes
A moon and star denote the land
A perfect place amidst the sand
Canoa Quebrada, um beijo, amor
I shall return for evermore.
© 2009 by Alan Benson Williams
You ever have one of those magical nights? The kind that forever linger in your memory? Well, I have been blessed to have several on my last vacation from Affordable Lamps, and this one I will share with you. My wife and I returned to Canoa Quebrada, after nine years, to see the dusty roads paved with cobblestones, and the price of the Pousadas triple, but that mattered little. This seaside town with the Moon and Star etched into the sand still had a mystical quality unmatched in the Northeast of Brazil, and was in my muse and my heart. Lifted from a Cat Stevens Song (or perhaps Cat was inspired by this beach village first?) Canoa Quebrada welcomed tourists and vagabonds from all over the world, and many ended up in the bar aptly named Tudo Mundo. We were there after a marvelous day at the beach, sipping Antarctica Cerveja, and conversing with fellow tourists from Fortaleza. At 8:00 pm, the light went out, all over the town. A total blackout. Being the lighting guy I am, I never leave home un-prepared, so I popped out my pocket LED flashlight (as featured in my summer blog: LEDs in the Wild by Alan Williams), and then I proceeded to sing, very loudly. I belted out my old karaoke hits from Salsa 2000, original songs and Beatles covers, Ray Charles and Chuck Berry, one after another. The crowd went nuts, and joined in. Brazilians really know their music, and they know the lyrics to many Americans songs, better then me in some cases. The beer kept flowing, and with the help of my LED light, plus other glow sticks that emerged from other patrons, the Tudo Mundo bar partied like it was 1999, for over three hours. Like something out of James Michener novel, only it was real, and we were at the center of it. Their was a famous Pagode singer named Netinho holding court at the bar, and after my voice gave out, I asked him to sing, and he obliged, and the crowd went crazy. Finally, at midnight, the lights came back on, the gang dispersed; we said our farewells, and headed out for food, and the comfort of our hillside Pousada.
The next morning, a tropical storm with winds up to sixty miles an hour pummeled the village, and we cut our trip short, and drove back to Fortaleza. Only one day and one night, but with the help of an LED light, a few beers, a willing crowd, and the cover of darkness, we experienced a kind of magic that rarely repeats itself.
© 2009 by Alan Benson Williams