Thursday, July 12, 2007

A View from Ike (Eric Anderson)

The Midwest Tour this year was excellent. The organization of the tour was superb, and the whole experience was a lot of fun. One of my favorite experiences was the City Museum in St. Louis. It was filled inside and out with old objects to climb on. It is very difficult to describe, but it made me feel like a small child at a massive playground. One particularly humorous incident was when Kellen, and then I, tried to squeeze through a tight passage. Neither of us was successful. Then Henry, larger than either of us, gets through. Kellen and I were both inspired and made it eventually. (See Mrs. Walls for pictures.) The museum was unique, unlike any other place I have ever been.
The concerts were good too. Our first concert in Kansas City was superb. We had an excellent energy, and the songs just seemed to click.
Tour was also a great time to get to know the guys in Kantorei better and to meet the people in the other choirs we sang with. Though I was a little worried at first, the “lock-in” with the Kansas City choir was a fun time to get to meet them. I even was able to play basketball with a number of their members.
The chaperones this year could not have been better. Each one of them was wonderful and deserves much thanks. One in particular comes to mind: Dr. Prabhakar, better known as Doc Prabhak. He was the head chaperone (and mine too). My group awarded him the “Most Song-Inspiring Chaperone.” Many songs were parodied in his honor.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Tour Through More Mature Eyes

I have been on five tours with Kantorei and up until Brazil, my most common phrase after returning home was, "tour was fun". This time, however, I feel that tour was more enlightening than anything else. I left Brazil with a better understanding of the gifts and conveniences that we too often take for granted in America. I developed a new passion for a culture and people who, though they are different than me in many ways, are just as important and precious. Although complaing about the lack of commodities in Brazil that you typically find in America was inevitable, I feel that an eye-opening and life-lasting lesson from tour was also inevitable. I know that I will never forget this tour and the experiences and sites I saw will forever stay with me; because for me, this tour was also humbling. When I saw a family of about six, dirty and hungry, and huddled together on the side of the road in Paraty, my heart was torn and I realized that we so often overlook the little things in life.

This is my challenge to all those who have future tours to go on: take all your energy and focus off of the less desirable things that may occur during tour. Instead, step outside of every situation you are in, every person you see, every emotion you feel, and take the time to not just experience it, but to absorb it and hold on to it. You will never regret it.

Thank you to all who made this tour what it was. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hate to leave Kantorei, I am leaving a family. There will always be a place in my heart that can only be filled by Kantorei. Ciao.

Most Sincerely,
Drew Lenox

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Long Way Home

I was going to write about our long final day and the senior ceremony that morning in Petropolis, however Sue Guevera's story says it better than I ever could, so I will begin after the senior ceremony.

We then boarded the busses outside the cathedral and headed to Rio. One of the friends had lost her camera lens cap down the sewer grate the night before, so several boys and our courier, Juan lifted the grate up and tried to retrieve it, but to no avail. Along the way, we made a few pit stops. Mario our tour guide wanted to keep us on time, so he said, "Bus-Toilet, Toilet-Bus, No shopping, No food, Bus-Toilet, Toilet-Bus." Who were we to argue. We made good time to Rio and looked for the last time at Sugar Loaf, the skyline of Rio, Copacobana, Ipanema and the Christ statue. We had a few hours to kill, so we stopped to do some...What else...SHOPPING. It was the Woodfield Mall of Rio, with seven levels of stores. We scattered for lunch and most of the boys ate at McDonald's or Bob's Burgers. Hard to believe a place called Bob's Burgers would flourish in Brazil, but there you go. The boys loaded up on jerseys, trinkets and some people even got jewelry at H. Stern, a large Brazilian jewelry store with offices in New York and London.

Then, it was off to the airport. With the extra Kantorei luggage, many boys and chaperones had to check an extra piece which had wardrobe or equipment. Unfortunately, each of these got pulled out for special inspection. Everybody got through easily, except Mr. Smith the Head Chaperone. We all went through first, so after an hour and he still hadn't walked through, we began to get worried. Apparently John Smith is on 5 different watch lists. Unfortunately, Mr. Smith also travels abroad for business, so then he really did look like an international spy. (My name is Smith, John Smith) Then just as they were about to clear him, the entire airport went dark. There were storms in Rio that day, the only day we saw any significant rain. The airport was plunged into darkness for several minutes and then on auxiliary power after that. We then started worrying that we might be delayed and miss our connection. Finally, Mr. Smith had his good name cleared and made his way through. Then like a sign from God, all of the airport lights came back on...We were going to make it home.

Once again in Sao Paulo, they made us make a mad dash through the airport to make our connection, then we settled in for the long flight. We walked enviously past the people in business and first class and shoehorned ourselves into our seats for the next 10 hours. I think more of the boys slept on the way home, than on the way there, but it was hard to tell.

We arrived bright and early on Tuesday morning and breezed relatively easily through customs. Once again, one of the friends group lost a piece of luggage, but this time could not retrieve it. Our short hop to Rockford flew by. I have to admit it was strange to look out the window and see suburbia instead of magnificent mountains, the ocean and spectacular scenery. But we were ready to come home, and it was a sight for sore eyes. As we rounded the corner to Cor Mariae, the parents were waving madly and crying tears of joy to have there boys home. Some boys hugged their parents eagerly and some squirmed as they were smooched, but all looked happy to be home.

Please take time to thank Mr. Bayer for the photos. Though I wrote the blog, his pictures complimented the descriptions so well and I appreciate the time he took posting the pictures in small internet cafes in Rio, Paraty and Petropolis. I hope you felt like you were there with us. I hope this continues with each tour and I hope to get more people involved next year. I've asked the senior boys to post their thoughts about tour as well, so look for those as well.

Thanks for following along. See you next year!!

Larry Prabhakar

Entertaining Angels Unawares


This is a story from the last day of tour. The choir and tour members gather alone and sing " The Lord Bless You and Keep You", then the senior boys tell the younger boys what Kantorei has meant to them. This time something extraordinary happened...Sue Guevera, chaperone and in charge of wardrobe captures the essence of the experience in her recounting of what happened to her that day...

Entertaining Angels Unawares

A petite elderly Brazilian woman clothed for a winter day with a blue overcoat and green scarf greeted me with a tentative smile “Bon dia”. I replied in kind as she passed the pew on which I sat awaiting the ‘senior farewell’ in the Petropolis cathedral. After only what seemed less than a minute this little woman returned asking if I would like to pray with her. Noting her rosary in hand I realized this was not just a quick intercessory prayer she was requesting. Therefore I explained the reason for my presence in the cathedral. I told her about the ceremony that was about to take place, how the seniors would be bid farewell and the song of blessing that is sung by this particular group of boys in choir for the last time. The little woman was taken by it all and replied “how beautiful”. She was very kind and asked questions regarding the choir and was especially concerned for the boys who would be leaving the choir and their homes to continue their studies. Of course our conversation was in my quasi-Portuguese/Spanish combo and her fluent native tongue but quite amazingly understood on both our parts. She then requested again that I accompany her in praying the rosary. My concern for the solemnity of the ceremony and its imminent start was evident to her and she said we could begin to pray and when the boys filed in we could stop. Of course I agreed, more so because she seemed hard pressed to have me join her in this endeavor. I understood only later why. As we began the rosary and midway between the first mystery she stopped to dedicate the rosary we were saying to the senior boys. What I understood her to petition for them was God’s protection and guidance in their futures. Oh by the way we said the rosary in English. I told her I could not pray in Portuguese so she said, “English ok”. She prayed perfect English. The mysteries and her petition were spoken in Portuguese. We prayed 2 mysteries when the boys began to file in taking their places throughout the cathedral. As they sang for the final time this tour “The Lord Bless You and Keep You” there was not a dry eye in the sanctuary. Even the little woman with the green scarf had tears in her eyes. After the song, the choir sat as the seniors began their farewell addresses. When the exchanges were complete the younger boys moved forward to hug and bid farewell to their role models and friends who would be leaving them. I noted a green scarf among the crowd of boys. My new friend had joined in the well wishing, hugging each senior choir member. It was as though she was imparting a blessing on each one. I noted she did not just take a handshake but hugged each one reminding me of the laying on of hands. As Isaac pronounced blessing on Jacob, she was blessing each one. I noted her small stature in embracing Pier Debes, such a contrast. At that moment I took a picture, I hope it comes out. Speaking to me after her task was completed, she said she finished the rosary for the boys as they were speaking and now would stay in the cathedral to start reciting her daily rosary for a very special intention. But she added that she would keep the senior boys and the choir as a whole in her prayers. As I told this story on the bus, some believed it miraculous that this woman appeared and wholly participated in the boys’ ceremony, others believed it strange. This writer believes we were entertaining an angel unawares. What a simple “bon dia” (good morning) can do to open up a lifetime of blessing. God has been so good to us. To have someone 5500 miles away praying for our Kantorei boys is beyond amazing it is awesome. Muto obligata little lady in the green scarf.

Sue Guevera

Special Thanks to those who Bring Out our Best!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Oh What Stories to Tell!

Our Long Journey Comes to an End

Bless the Beasts and the Children

Cathederal of St. Peter in Petropolis; Venue for our Final Concert

Monday, June 26, 2006

At the Imperial Museum, Petropolis

On the Bench at the Imperial Museum

Senior Night in Petropolis

Waiting for Someone to Take Me Home

Meeting the Homestay Family

Fun with Noodles

Watch out for the Shark!

Back on the Boat

Beach Boys Brazilian Style

Meet the Sandman

Kings of Rock

Off on our `Three Hour Tour´

Dock of the Bay at Paraty

Christo Redemptor; Christ of the Andes

Sugar Loaf Mountain in Rio

Mr. Wall´s Bad Comb Over

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Day 7 - All Good Things...

As I sit here in the chaperone hotel, I reflect back, not only on the last full day in Brazil, but on the tour in general. Our day began innocently enough by meeting the boys at Luigi’s for pizza. The home stays, as usual, encompassed a cross-section of the Brazilian populous. Many boys stayed at homes with considerable affluence, others had to take public transportation or walk to the restaurant because of lack of transportation. This boys choir has about 50 boys, the youngest look like they are 7 or 8. The sound they produce is reminiscent of the Vienna boys’ choir, a very pure sound of unchanged voices. The boys really enjoyed the interaction with them and even used the universal language, Nintendo. After our pizza buffet, we headed to the village square and the boys had a chance to unwind. They played soccer, Frisbee, shopped and bought snacks from the various vendors in the square. There was a German festival in the middle of town and we ran into the revelers who played soccer with our boys. Broken English and fractured Portuguese make a strange combination. It was a nice relaxing afternoon.

We then had a glitch in the scheduling. At the time we were supposed to practice, a baptism had been scheduled. Thus we ended up waiting on the steps of the cathedral. The boys showed tremendous patience. Eventually we were able to enter the cathedral at dusk. The sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows and the heavenly voices of the boys made for a dramatic effect. After the practice, we ate at our last Churroscoeria and Mr. Ross gave Dorothy a special wooden sound maker decorated with extinct bird feathers. We then bussed to our last concert. The last concert for the seniors is a poignant time. The crowd was robust and the concert was well received. The acoustics were such that when the boys came out into the aisles and sang, “The Lord Bless You and Keep You” the sound surrounded us and seemed to hang in the air for several seconds. I don’t think that the Brazilians understood the words, but many of them sensed what the song was about. The tears in the eyes of the crowd as well as the boys was a moving sight. The seniors always seem to be irreplaceable, but somehow the line keeps moving. I guess that is the true message of Kantorei; there always are boys to move up into the leadership roles. We head home tomorrow, so I hope you enjoyed reading the blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. So long from Brazil.

Day 6 - Bavaria in Brazil

As we packed up in Paraty, the boys looked forward to their next adventure. Mr. Ross held an impromptu rehearsal just after breakfast and we then boarded the busses to Petropolis. As we wound our way back toward Rio, I wondered how the gold and diamonds were transported by horse and cart up and down these mountains. We stopped again at the scenic overlook for lunch and had a nice buffet while watching the World Cup on a big screen TV.

In the early 1800’s, under the threat of Napoleon, the royal court of Portugal relocated to Brazil under Dom Joao VI. When he was recalled to Portugal, the Prince Regent Dom Pedro was left here in Brazil. He then went against his father and declared Brazilian independence in 1821. He became emperor of Brazil and established Rio as the capital. Seeking refuge from the heat, they traveled to the Serra dos Argaos (a mountain range lying north of Guanabara Bay) and used this area as a summer residence. The city was named Petropolis after Dom Pedro II who ruled from 1831-1899 and became emperor of Brazil at age 14. There were no artisans or architects of note in Brazil at that time, so the emperor brought friends from Germany who then designed and built the palace and many fabulous homes around the palace. It is as if a small alpine Bavarian village was dropped down into the Brazilian mountainside except with tropical flora. The town was built along three principles, the course of the rivers were not diverted, the mountainsides were kept free of development and plots of land were laid out along the courses of the rivers and at the foot of the mountains.

The Museu Imperial was the Summer Palace of the emperor. It was converted to a school after the dissolution of the monarchy until President Vargas established a museum there and brought back the crown jewels and clothes restored the interior to the original glory of the empire. As we entered the Palace we were given soft cloth slippers to place over our shoes. The boys enjoyed sliding around the wood floors as we saw the priceless crown jewels and robes of Pedro II. They were all behind glass with pretty impressive security systems. If someone leans too hard on the glass, the crown drops down through a trap door into a safe and police would flood the palace. The boys actually seemed to be interested in all the grandiose clothes, household items, paintings and a grand gold inlaid and sculptured trunk with pictures of Napoleon’s ships on the side, which was a gift from King Luis Philippe of France.

We then went to the school to meet the families for the home stays. As we got off the bus, a large throng of girls surrounded one of the boys and talked and laughed with him. A festival was going on and there were many small girls in costumes and ribbons in their hair. The families were very gracious and embraced the boys warmly. We sent them on their way chatting happily with their new friends.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Day 5 The Life Aquatic

As usual we started the day with a continental breakfast and strong coffee and loaded up for the big day. We then began our 2 mile hike to the docks to get on our boats for the snorkeling and swimming trip. The cobblestone streets, while quaint, tend to take a toll on the heels and ankles. The lower lying streets nearer the water were still wet from high tide. Our two boats were awaiting us and we climbed aboard for our tour. As we pulled out into the bay, the skies cleared and the temperature began to rise. We anchored in a secluded cove and several boys and adults jumped in to start the day. There was a large rock near the beach which the boys took turns jumping off. There was a variety of activities going, sand soccer, Frisbee in the water and the everpresent water fights. The next stop, we anchored near a 12 million dollar mansion along the river and ate lunch and snorkeled. Several boys were startled by the fish they saw. Our final stop had good snorkeling and a beach. The boys found a friendly dog which they played with and they floated on pool noodles in the water as they peered into the depths. We then trekked home and rested for a few hours.

Before the concert, we walked to dinner. Many of the quaint little shops fascinated us with their handmade wares, colorful clothes and ship models. After a dinner of steak and fries, we made our way to the concert hall. Along the way were carts filled with multiple trays of freshly baked chocolate desserts. Though we were tempted, the boys were herded to the church for a pre-concert rehearsal. Beside the church, there was a little boys soccer game going on. It must have been a league game since there was a referee, but it was played on a cement basketball court with goals under the basketball standards. Just like at Sportscore, the boys swarmed the ball and yelled “ A qui, A qui” (over here) to get their teammates attention. The only difference was there appeared to be no team jerseys. We take so much for granted here that it is nice for the boys to see people who make do with less.

Just so you know that everything isn’t always perfect, we have had our share of minor glitches. Tonight was our third in a row with meat and French fries for dinner. Also, the walking in Paraty has taken a toll on some ankles and feet; again no major injuries. Though we have been fairly healthy, we do get the occasional complaint of indigestion or heartburn. Most of that can be attributed to the boys consumption of large amounts of Guarana (Antarctica) a Brazilian soft drink. Milk has been difficult to get ahold of, but thankfully fruit is plentiful and the boys are literally eating it up. It should come as no surprise to parents at home that the most difficult thing to get them to eat is vegetables, but tonight was the first night we had a traditional salad with our meal, which seemed to go over better. A few boys are showing signs of homesickness, but we have a great group of chaperones and friends along who seem to sense this and invite them to eat with them at meals or sit with them on the bus. Rest assured that your boys are in good hands. Also, we have encountered, at last count, 10 different ways to flush a toilet, none of which seem to be all that effective. This has led to pictures as well as calls to the desk and to chaperones to assist them. But this is all part of the experience.

Our concert tonight was at beautiful cathedral in the center of Old Town. The high ceilings make for wonderful acoustics. Changing facilities were quite cramped and hot. Some of the boys wanted to change in the middle of the chapel, but thankfully were directed back to the vestibule. The crowds have not been as large as we would have liked, but as we sang, people wandered in through the open doors of the cathedral. The crowds are an amalgam of young and old, well-dressed and casual, reverent and uncouth. Always present are small klatches of young girls who sit and point at different boys and giggle. Apparently “cuteness” is universal. The concert was highlighted by a party going on outside the church. At one point, Mr. Ross announced Dorothy and there was a large series of fireworks. It seemed to work so well that we may incorporate it into our concerts back home. After the concert, the chaperones scuttled an attempted toga party and the seniors were allowed to stay up and kibbutz. Tomorrow we travel to Petropolis.

Larry Prabhakar

Friday, June 23, 2006

Pool Time in Paraty

Enjoying Futbol Fever in Brazil

Enjoying the Beatuiful View During our Rest Stop

A Photo Op on the Way to Paraty

Ham was on the Menu

Keeping them Fed and Happy

Dinner, Brazilian Style

Fine Dining after a Hard Days Work

Joel Ross Quartet Featuring Kantorei on Bass and Drums

Performing at the Cultural Center in Rio

Concert at the Cultural Center in Rio

Appreciating Native Bazilian Music

Three Against Us

The Boys Getting into the Action

Don´t Try This at Home

Capoeira Demonstration at Copacabana Beach

Communing with Nature through Song

Performing for our Guides at Tijuca

Larry Doing Time in Tijuca

Day 4 - Soccer Fever

Morning in Rio was bright and sunny, the longest night of the year in Brazil was the shortest for us as we rose at 5:45 am and boarded our busses to Paraty. The path took us up and down the mountains with winding roads. We stopped for lunch at a scenic overlook and munched on chicken sandwiches and apples, fruit was mandatory per Mr. Ross.

Paraty is a coastal town with 300 islands in the harbor. It was a major center of exporting for gold and diamonds until a new road (Caminho Novo) to Rio allowed goods to be transferred to Rio due to the larger harbor. It has now seen a resurgence largely due to tourism. This sleepy village is everything Rio is not. There are only 4-5 streets made of cobblestone, near the ocean these are low set so the ocean can wash them during high tide. Our accomodations are in a Pousada (inn) with different colonial style buildings/villas with several rooms in each. Some are quite luxurious and others quite spartan. The hustle and bustle of Rio is replaced with bicycles and foot traffic. When you are here you seem transported back in time to the colonial era.

We had a free afternoon, so many of the boys took advantage of the small, but pretty outdoor pool. Several of the boys saw a soccer pitch next door and went to play. There they had a spirited game with some local boys. Though the brazilian locals were half the size of our boys, they were clearly more skilled at the game. Soccer is a game of continuity, however some of the boys were standing still and trying to converse with the young men of Paraty. Our boys seemed to make a connection even with the language barrier. Many others went into town, shopped and loaded up on supplies. While in town, we saw the preparations for the soccer game. As we walked through the streets, they saw our jerseys and shouted, “BRAZIL” and cheered wildly. I thought our country was hyped up for the super bowl, but when game time comes, this country literally shuts down. Large throngs of yellow and green supporters with drums and horns sang and danced in local eateries and in the streets while local businesses closed their doors. I think with each goal the whole town shouted as one and then the drums and chants would start. They set up a large screen stretched across two trucks in the town square so all the people could stand and watch. Rich, poor, sheltered and homeless, they all stood in rapt attention together filled with national pride as their team won 3-1, and then celebrated into the night.

The seniors gathered for their senior dinner in shirts and ties. We listened as some of the parents related stories of previous tours and concerts from the past. As pictures were taken with Mr. Ross and Mrs. Knight, it was hard to remember the shy boys who may have started with the prep choirs, but who gradually gained confidence and grew, not only as singers, but now are the well-rounded leaders of Kantorei. Watching the interaction, its clear to see the boys love for each other, as well as for the directors and the rest of the Kantorei family. After dinner, the seniors sat around a large circular table and reminisced about the past, yet talked fervently about the future.

Larry Prabhakar

Riding the Wild Surf in Rio

The Handsome Boys from Ipenema

Kantorei Mother and Son on Ipenema Beach

Boys on the Tram

A Little Love on Tour

Performance at the Base of the Statue

On the Tram Ride to the top of Christ the Redeemer

The Boys with Adoring Fans at Rio School

Practicing for Concert at Private School in Rio

Impromtu Concert on Sugar Loaf Mountain