This weekend I stumbled upon the celebration for Bolivian Independence Day at the Memorial da América Latina. I don’t have any real connection to Bolivia, but it’s always comforting for me to find a Latin community here. I smiled when I heard a woman selling water, pronouncing it like the Spanish agua (AH-wah), instead of the Portuguese água (AH-gwah). I was surprised then to hear so much portuñol from adults, and Portuguese from the kids. I guess it’s natural though. Overall it was a fun, interesting experience to try good food, watch dynamic performances, and learn about the Bolivian community here.
I learned there’s a Bolivian feira every Sunday in Praça Kantuta in the neighborhood Pari.
Booklet handed out, detailing immigrants’ rights and available resources. Also seen: Health and wellness booths, Bolivian community newspaper and a sign saying “Get Your Visa Here.”
Mayor Fernando Haddad made an appearance.
These delightfully soft alpacas are advertising calling cards to phone home. Other sponsors were remittance companies (that aid money transfers) and a Bolivian airline.
I had the lechón (not pictured but delicious), common in many Latin countries but with varying sides. This version came with steamed potato, sweet potato, plantain and salad. I also tried mocochinchi, a juice made from dried peaches and cinnamon, similar to Chile’s mote con huesillo.
The bolivianas on the bridge twirled around to the music, reminding me of the ala das baianas in Carnaval.