The approach to Rio is disturbing, even confusing. So much wealth here. At the same time, mind boggling poverty. One enters Rio only after passing huge favela's (illegal settlements that are in effect approved by the government). Once past these slums, one quickly passes into what is one of the world's most beautiful cities (everyone is truly blown away by the stunning setting: mountains that tumble into the sea, glorious beaches, luxury high rises, etc.)
Our hotel is one block from Ipanema Beach. Ipanema is a bustling neighborhood, filled with great restaurants, tiny bossa nova clubs, and shops. We're one block from the Girl from Ipanama Bar. Lots of smiles.
Yesterday morning, we visited a favela: Favela Maré Vila Olimpica. After one enters the favela (driving past military police tank... you see, two drug gangs are vying to control the favela) you encounter a remarkable complex that includes an olympic size swimming pool, tennis courts, soccer fields, and a large gymnasium. Here, children study music, sports, and dance in a safe environment. Kids from this favela have gone on to dance with the Bolshoi... it's that good. We were greeted warmly (something we've grown accustomed to experiencing), met lots of children and their teachers, and learned of all that is going on here. After seeing performances of dance and hearing a really fine adult choir, we performed... intense, to say the least. But, the choir was glorious, in spite of the emotions of the day. As usual, our pieces in Portuguese were received with cheers, whistles, and I suspect, no small amount of amazement (gringos singing in THEIR language!)
Last night then, was our final concert, held in the glorious 18th century cathedral (where the Brazilian emperor was crowned). Full house once again and enormous appreciation from the audience. We closed with a rousing Hallelujah, Salvation and Glory... surrounding the audience who joined in the chorus with gusto.
Ah.... Brazil.

