Yesterday 23-05-09, (the way dates should be written: day-month-year) us anthropologists were treated to a day of Gaúcho tradition. The Gauchos, the historical group equated with the state we're in here in Brazil, Rio Grande do Sul, have a long history all throughout the state. An easy equivalent in American culture is the cowboy; nomadic horseriders who make their living off cattle and the land. Rio Grande do Sul is to Brazil much like Texas is to the United States; they at one point nearly seceded from Brazil, and even today there is a strong political movement unique to this state to do just that.
Here's a brief and incomplete snippet of the history of Rio Grande do Sul...
Rio Grande do Sul (RGDS from here on out) has a very rich cultural heritage, mainly because of the Gaucho tradition, and as such much of the people here believe they are truly different from the rest of Brazil. This region has been under many occupations in the past, with finally the most prominent and powerful ethnic force of the region being Italian. As such, the food here is much different (so I've heard) from the rest of Brazil; wine is a major part of the identity here, especially in this region (which I hope to talk about in another post) as well as the language and folklore.
So where does Gaucho fit in to all this? They are the, at least in recent times, preservers of tradition and culture here in RGDS. They are still a thriving icon of the cultural identity, looked up to and idolized by popular culture here in the state and are the traditional keepers of culture. Dotted throughout the state are CTGs, or Centros de Tradições Gaúchas (Center for Gaucho Traditions), where people young and old are enculturated into the Gaucho way. If you had to describe a RGDSian, you would describe them as Gaucho. They are a horseriding nomadic type, who still hold tournaments competing with each other for who can lasso a bull the best; we went to one of those Saturday.
It was a lot of fun! Besides my hayfever, watching the Gauchos compete, as well as being carted around and introduced as "the Americans" I had a great time. We went first to a Gaucho rodeo where they competed, then to a Gaucho horseback riding training school, then to the place where prospective Gauchos are trained in dance, mannerisms, and all sorts of other things that I couldn't really understand because I don't know Portuguese.
Our guide, who didn't speak a bit of English, introduced us to the two headmasters of this school, and they eagerly showed us their facilities. The main area is a giant mess hall with a stage and a floor for dancing, and there were 25 or 30 teenagers all chatting busily, up until us strange Americans walked through the door. They all stopped their talk and started whispering to each other and pointing at us. We were expected by them, and I felt like a VIP (the whole trip has been like that) walking into a club packed with admirers. We were showed their numerous awards for dancing and other Gaucho competitions, and then to their kitchen whose main attraction is a dinner-table sized wood heated oven, and large barbecue room (no, not just a pit) easily capable of serving 600. And they were making up some Gaucho fare just for us! But first they had an event planned: we were ushered out to the mess area and given beer. At this point I was seriously considering becoming Gaucho.
On the stage they had a table prepared; I was situated next to one of the English teachers, Alex, that we've been interacting with at UCS since we got here. He translated for me what was going on in front of my eyes. The kids took partners and did several traditional Gaucho dances, then 3 of the guys were challenged to dance in a certain way over a log so as to not make it move, it looked difficult! Throughout this whole ordeal I couldn't wipe the silly grin off my face. Maybe it was the beer, but them dancing was great! I truly felt like they wanted us to be here.
After the dancing, we were treated to more beer and wine, some pinhão (a meaty fruit indigenous to RGDS), salami, cheese, homemade bread, sweet bread laced with a chocolately-caramel coating, and some crunchy sweet items that tasted great but I have no idea what they were. During dinner, one of the headmasters gave us a book that he wrote on Gaucho traditions and history (all in Portuguese...I got to learn it now!) and we were sent on our way. What a great day!
Whew...I didn't mean to write that much.
Here is a picture of a Gaúcho. I don't have any pictures of that day yet.
http://br.geocities.com/euosou/gaucho03.jpg
Thanks google images!
Shout out to Cody and Perseus! Happy 16th and 22nd! :)