The weekend before Dia dos Namorados, Anja came to Sao Paulo. And of course I didn't suspect nothing, while behind my back she planned with Ricardo what he would best give me. Engaging in fake-tea-conversation with me etc. YOU ARE THE BEST, ANJA!
We spent Saturday evening at the museo do imigrante (immigrant museum), because they had some kind of party there with ethnic presentations, like russian dances and german food etc. And we took a ride with this beautiful old train. Well, a ride is perhaps said too much. We got on the train, moved about 200 meters back and forth and were told stories about the imigrants. But it was kind of cute. And of course, here the mandatory group photo.
What a lovely immigrant lady. He DOES look like a Brazilian.
The train... another "Maria Fumaca" (smoking Mary), how they call their trains around here.
And here you see Cesar and RIcardo tasting some typical Polish? German? food. Please note the little ribbons in black-red-golden on their shirts (looks especially great when combined with a Brazilien Camisa-da-Selecao)
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