At first I thought it was just a rumor or a joke my students were playing on me because I loved Starbucks so much. But as time passed, more and more students began to tell me how Starbucks is on its way to Campinas. And then there was talk of the date it would appear. And then I saw for myself:
Gone are the days of trekking to Sao Paulo for a Grande White Mocha. Gone are the bus tickets and the metro and the taxis and figuring out which direction we are facing when we come out of the subway onto Avenida Paulista. It seems that Starbucks Nation has gotten the point: if Dina and Bete won’t come to the lattes in Sao Paulo, they’ll bring the lattes to Dina and Bete in Campinas.
But go figure. Because I’m out of here in fourteen days. That’s right, in exactly two weeks from this moment in which I find myself slothed out on the orange couch for the bazillionth time, I will be closing the door on an empty apartment and on these two years for the last time. To think of that moment now brings tears to my eyes.
What also brings tears to my eyes is the fact that Starbucks is going to open here and it just might not be in time. But also, that’s another “go figure” moment, and one that’s very Brazilian. Because here I’ve just spent two years making 8-hour coffee runs to Sao Paulo and thought nothing of it. In fact I knew that’s the way it had to be if I wanted Starbucks. It’s just the way things were. Not easy and, actually, a tremendous hassle. But I was used to it. And so it would seem like things are too easy if Starbucks were here in my city. It would be too available, too convenient. Not Brazilian enough. I guess the hassle made it more Brazilian. At the very least, it made for a good Brazilian adventure.
I guess even if I miss the grand opening of Starbucks here in Shopping Iguatemi I won’t be missing much. I have fond memories of the treks to SP with friends, which I wouldn’t have if I could just get a ride to the place right after school. Those times made for some good stories, and that’s what matters.