Story on bread...
I and our team had been travelling all night by bus towards home in Brazilian country roads.
I couldn't sleep as it was bumpy and crammed in the bus...just to be crammed even moreso into a tiny car with 5 others. But the sun was coming up and the pastor driving us had to stop by his office on our way to a luncheon/brunch we were to attend.
I smelled the bread....half asleep, groggy from the lack of it and starving I smelled it calling me like a voice from heaven.
I spoke no portuguese and the guys just standing around talking in the shop spoke no english. But I pantomimed following my nose and finally deduced that what I was smelling they called "sheepa". Which is a horseshoe shaped pao de casia. (Rich brazilian bread made with yucca flour and cheese)
The whole place is focused on me as we try to negotiate getting me some bread and coffee.
Brazil is such a friendly place... and these guys are ALL trying to help with this huge language barrier in place.
Then, I had the bread and coffee and had to go back to the car and cram myself into the others and share my bread and coffee with the 5 in there... except for the one lady whining about not getting anything because she said she didn't want anything from the bakery...but upon actually smelling it changed her mind. We all shared...good thing though...brunch was hours away.