Growing in to Fortaleza

Right off the bat, some of my most memorable experiences have been on the ônibus - the public buses - here in Fortaleza. Whether it is flagging down the bus and then running to the back door in order to find yourself encompassed by pressing bodies, ready to jump your back in order to hop up the steps as the bus driver starts to rev-up and the bus threatens to chug forward (the threats are overwhelmingly acted upon)... Then when you finally pass the feat of making it onto the bus´ back flat platform, your hands anxiously reach for space on the well-worn hand rails as you try to calm your swinging bag that hangs uneasily from your shoulder... Within 30 seconds sweat is felt leaving its marks upon your skin and mixing with others´ around you, leaving you aching for the bus to rapidly speed up again so that you will receive at least a short blast of wind relief from the open windows... But then the time comes just too fast when the bus slows down at a sudden speed as if it was about to get in an accident... The embarassment of having to work your way through people (aka pushing your big backpack through first, following it with your clumsy body as you nervously try to grip anything/one solid in sight in order to act against the thwarting, unpredictable movements of the bus, continuously saying ´excuse me´ and many times ´sorry´ to those whom you are forced to squeeze through just to make it to the front of the bus for your 2.5 seconds to hop off)--yes, this embarassment doesn´t ease off too easily. But you do have the potential to learn how to become more assertive. ;) So this, my friends, has been daily in my life for these past weeks. But I subconsciously adore it. I love being able to navigate my own way to school and back via public transportation. Even just looking out the windows every day it is amazing what the city streets present to the eye...
The informal business sector fills nearly every block, being one of the main sources of Ceará´s employment. (Ceará is the state that encompasses Fortaleza city) Tapioca stands are a hit. This is not Western tapioca, mind you; this is typical Northeastern/tropics food. Tapioca is made out of manioc (yuca) and cassava starch and then butter is soaked into it before it is fried and rolled up... It makes for a chewy treat that is pretty light on the stomach. It´s easy to notice the many people the bus passes - a great deal doubled-up on bikes, avoiding the big puddles from the sometimes on-going rain... More to come about bus realizations...

So these past weeks have been filled with thoughts about the Independent Study Project that each person from the group will do near the conclusion of the program... I just handed in my proposal this morning - it feels nice to have that done but yet I know there is much, much more that I have to keep up on (esp. readings for research). I am planning on living in an alternative community in the interior of Bahia, Vale do Capão, where I will study the worldview and functioning of Lothlorien (a specific community there). I am interested in how these communities establish themselves outside of the mainstream capitalist system and furthermore how they work with earth, mind, body, spirit connections to foment community and health in sustainable and peaceful ways... living in coexistence with the land and positively utilizing its resources while at the same time returning the enrichment back into the land by such alternative ways of living. So lately I have been searching for good literature on alternative living/communities, nature-human connections, capitalism (which of course isnt as trying to find vast lit. on), etc...
This afternoon we had Linda M. P. Gondin, a Fortalezan sociologist who works with regional and urban planning, came in and talked for a couple hours with us. She had some interesting input on favela programs and planning...