We woke up to gorgeous clear skies on Saturday morning, so we got up and made our way over to the clube to enjoy some pool time. A bit later, we headed over to a friend's house for an awesome lunch of American-style lasagna, salad, and garlic bread to be topped off with an ice cream cake for dessert. And then we left there to catch a rugby game that afternoon.
We had no idea Belo Horizonte even had a rugby team, but I somehow ended up with an email from some unknown individual in my inbox with a general invitation to attend a game between the local team and a team from São Paulo. Turns out the team has been around for a long time and has quite the local following. http://www.bhrugby.com.br/ And in case you're wondering, it's rúgbi here (pronounced HOOG-bee).
Eric and I really know very little about rugby, except that I think they need to be wearing a lot more protective equipment. But it was really fun to go out and watch, even though our team lost.
While I've taken a bit of a hiatus from the BH softball team, Eric has continued to go out and practice with them on Sundays when he can. The last couple weeks, they moved the three-hour practice from the middle of the afternoon to first thing in the morning. And being summertime and dadgum hot these days, there's been a much better turnout with the change in practice time!
Yesterday afternoon, the coach and his wife hosted a cookout/pool party for the team. The grilled beef, pork, chicken, and chicken hearts were quite typical of a Brasilian cookout, but some of the side dishes had a distinctively Japanese twist. (Our coach and his wife are originally from Japan and she is an awesome cook.) And it was soooo good!!! Soy farofa, Asian salad, Japanese rice, eggplant and spicy peppers in soy sauce . . . mmmmmmm
Sitting on the ground for three hours without a bit of shade hasn't sounded like a ton of fun to me, so I have been staying home when Eric has gone to practice. And so I hadn't seen anyone from the team since I last practiced with them, back in November. They were all having fits over my new figure and there was lots of belly rubbing going on. And at one point, I think I got compared to the huge watermelon before it was cut up. One of the guys was happy to put his arm around my shoulders though and tell everyone he didn't know what all the fuss was about since his belly was still bigger than mine. hehehe
It was a fun weekend and helped reassure my husband that I do still have some interest in something other than cute cloth-diaper covers, little baby shoes, and itty-bitty Brasilian baby bikinis. (I do think he was starting to wonder . . .)