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Three inspirational books I read in 2017

Every beginning of a new year is pretty common people make plans of reading more during the next 365 days. Today, however, I wouldn’t like to indicate how many books I intend to read, nor publish the list of all that I read last year – yes, I have my own list in the notepad of my cell phone :) – but make reference to 3 of them that inspiried me to live better the daily life.

1) A Year of Living Danishly – Helen Russell

I read this book in September, inspired by a comment of a travel blogger named Amanda Noventa. “The Secret of Denmark,” written by the English writer Helen Russell, essentially addresses her research in order to find out why danes are considered the happiest people in the world. In a light and casual way, Helen recounts her misadventures as a foreigner in this Scandinavian country. It is impossible not to get caught smiling or teleporting to Legoland, near Aarhus, where Helen and her husband chose to spend a year, motivated by an excellent proposal of work received by him. Undoubtedly, the lessons learned by the writer, inspired by living with the danish people, also make us want to adapt our way of thinking and even make small-point adjustments in our routine, wherever we live, to live a happier life, every single day. :)

2) De catedral a catedral – Como passar em concurso público andando de bicicleta (Evandro Torezan)

No, I didn’t read this book with the purpose of getting new methods or formulas to get approved on exams. The author Evandro Torezan is master with these dynamics. Apart from the fact he is a person of faith and incredible determination, he is still a cyclist, who wake up at dawn to pedal through the streets of the Federal District. I met Evandro at the gym and we were introduced because a common interest: pilgrimages. Our teacher Rafael told to Evandro that I had walked the Way of Saint James. Soon we started to talk more deeply about this subject and we promised that I would give him my eBook about the Camino de Santiago and he would present me with his book “De catedral a catedral”, that also talks about pilgrimage. As I started reading the book, I realized that it would bring me many teachings. The first of them was: faith, focus and discipline are powerful tools for achieving our goals. Second: our Brazil has many paths of pilgrimages from north to south. Evandro reports the pedals that led him from the Cathedral of Brasilia to the Cathedral of Aparecida on the famous Way of Faith. And last but not least: I realized that I wasn’t demanding much efforts from my body. I know it can go further. That’s why I started running with more frequency and enthusiasm. Let’s see how far this will lead me. :) Thank you, Evandro, for such powerful lessons! I keep waiting for the next adventure! : D


3) The Worrier’s Guide to the End of the World (Torre DeRoche)

Another travel book for the list. “The Worrier’s Guide to the End of the World” by Torre DeRoche is one of those books that seem to teleport you to the scenarios where the history is passing. In this case, Italy (Via Francigena) and India. DeRoche, an north american woman, meets Masha in New York and later in Europe. The big point here is that this reunion isn’t as common as it can suggest. DeRoche was traveling in order to deal better with the mourning for the end of a long relationship, as well as the death of her father. When Masha invites her to travel together a pilgrimage called Via Francigena, in Italy, and, on sequence, the footsteps of Gandhi, another pilgrimage through India, the author, despite the initial resistance, decides to embrace the challenge . The book describes the adventures of two friends along these paths, brushing the narratives with lucid and sensitive reflections about life. I identified myself too much with the author’s reports. Maybe this happened because pilgrims recognize and vibrate similar energies. :) I have no doubt you would love this book.

How I travel without leaving Brasília

One of my favorite programs when I travel is to discover the local cuisine. Sometimes I even book in advance a table in one of the most recommendable restaurants.

I believe, however, that it is possible to know other cultures in the city where we live. One way to do this is to visit specialized restaurants in the cuisine of other countries.

I write this post to share my personal experience when attending two restaurants, led by expatriates in Brasilia. I felt a special motivation to talk about them, because I realize that few Brazilians have access to this information, and, as the young Syrian refugee, with whom I spoke, said: “the best help is to share about our restaurant with your friends.”

So let’s do it!

1) Bodega de La Habana

The Bodega de La Habana is a Cuban restaurant, leads by chef Miguel Padilla, located next to the Botanical Garden.

I’ve been there twice and I always get surprised by the quality of the food and the reasonable price, considering Brasilia’s standard. In general, I order the famous banana and sweet potatoes chips as entrance. Ropa Vieja, Moros y Cristianos, the typical dishes of the country of the Castro brothers, are success in the restaurant. My favorite, however, is the delicious “rabo encedado”. :)

The restaurant is not big, so it is recommended to book in advance, especially during holidays and weekends.

Entrada do restaurante Bodega de La Habana

Entrada do restaurante Bodega de La Habana

Os famosos chips

Os famosos chips

O meu preferido

O meu preferido “rabo encendido”

Sobremesa de goiaba com cream cheese

Sobremesa de goiaba com cream cheese

Bodega de la Habana
Condomínio San Diego, Quadra 1, Casa 1, Lote 257, Setor Habitacional Jardim Botânico, Galeria Espaço 257 — next to Jardim Botânico Shopping
(61) 3551-7158

2) Yalla Falafel

I discovered Yalla Falafel restaurant doing some researchs on internet about arab food. Such a nice surprise! :)

The restaurant is located on Asa Sul and, undoubtly, it is an excellent choice for vegetarians, mainly.

When I was there, I talked for few minutes with one of the owners, a Syrian refugee whose name I don’t remember anymore. At that moment, he told me a little about his life story and in good Portuguese he shared the hope of living a happier life in Brazilian soil.

I will certainly return to Yalla Falafel and promise to take better photos of the colorful maps that decorate its walls. 😉

Entrada do Yalla Falafel

Entrada do Yalla Falafel

Minha pedida

Minha pedida

Um dos mapas que colore as paredes do Yalla Falafel <3

Um dos mapas que colore as paredes do Yalla Falafel <3

Yalla Falafel
CLS 208, Bloco A, Loja 34, Brasília-DF
(61) 3797-7428 / Facebook: Yalla Falafel

“Window to my world”

Havana - junho 2017

Havana – June 2017

I appropriated and adapted myself the title of the song “Window to the world”, from Milton Nascimento, with a purpose of inspiring me and writing this post, in which I evaluate a year of creation of the blog carolslittledreams. <3

The carolslittledreams was the result of a wish to express myself apart from the common and useful social media, especially instagram. In those few lines of ig posts, usually accompanied by photos, I like to tell stories, but the space is limited… So my dear friend Mara Vanessa and my boyfriend gave the incentive that was missing.

After venturing to take a digital nomadism course in late 2015 / early 2016, I learned the basics of creating a blog. That’s why this space also arose from the need to put into practice the newly acquired knowledge.

The carolslittledreams is not a travel blog but it could be because most of my little dreams are related to the expansion of consciousness that usually only a trip can provide. Some of the experiences that I have shared during these 12 months, for example, the Camino de Santiago (The Way of Saint James) – my biggest inspiration for the blog -, the solo trips through Portugal and Brazil, the meeting with my pilegrine friends in Denmark, the first time on the Asian continent, visiting Israel, Palestine and Jordan (the latter still in the phase of writing the posts) and many others that are still to come, have positively transformed me. <3

Petra/Jordânia - março 2017

Petra/Jordan – March 2017

Zurique/Suíça - março 2017

Zurich/Switzerland – March 2017

The carolslittledreams is truly a space in which I allow to open myself a little bit more and share with loved people some thoughts and reflections that I have been having. This is one of the windows to my world. 😉

Travel experiences, the change of State in Brazil (from Piauí to Federal District), the hair transition (long and straigh hair to my original curlies) and the way of living have given me enough inspiration to write. I hope so to continue as long as I wish …

Inspirações pelo Caminho de Santiago - maio 2016

Inspirations on  the Caminho de Santiago – May 2016

Thanks for your company and always kind words!


New year, new chances

I believe that changes of habits and the fulfillment of new and old desires, can be influenced by the beginning of a new year. Thinking about it is that every December, I reflect on what I would like to change or accomplish for the cycle that is about to start. Generally, I write my goals on a special book note, which I can easily follow over the next 12 months.

I always remember what my friend Mara, inspired by her mother, says: “there is nothing that can not come true with will, planning and action.”

Thinking and believing on it, among other purposes, for 2017, I want to connect even more with myself. For this, I would like to practice yoga and meditate again; to practice more outdoor sports, such as trails and water sports; to continue writing some thoughts on this blog…

What about you? Do you adopt a different strategy? How do you plan for a new year?

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF US! 2017 has already started beautiful! :)

Agendinha 2017, presente do meu pai. <3

Vibrant book note 2017 gift from my dad. <3

Remo para Rumos :)

Remo para Rumos :)

My book list 2016

arte de rua no Cais do Sodré, em Lisboa

street art in Cais do Sodré, Lisbon

Once I heard that “we are the books we read, the movies we watch …” Since this time, I have realized that I do not want to be only “law books”. I wanted to be literature, self-help, adventure, travel, dramas …

From 2015 onwards, then, I had the initiative to take note the amount of books I read, in addition to those of the legal area.

Many of the books in the list below felt (literally) tears, smiled, prayed with me. All of them, however, unveiled a new vision, a new perspective, a new understanding.

Poliana - não dá para esquecer do jogo do contente. <3

Pollyanna – impossible to forget “the glad game” <3

Here’s my 2016 retrospective …

1) Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)
2) Nelson Mandela (Biography)
3) O outro nome do céu (Mara Vanessa Torres)
4) Futebol-Arte (Jair de Souza, Lúcia Rito e Sérgio Sá Leitão)
5) Retalhos (Craig Thompson)
6) The Hound of the Baskervilles (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
7) O nome de Deus é misericórdia (Papa Francisco)
8) Um trem para a Suíça (David Coimbra)
9) Memórias de minhas putas tristes (Gabriel Garcia Marques)
10) Criativo e empreendedor, sim senhor (Rafa Cappai)
11)Um lugar na janela (Martha Medeiros)
12)Poliana (Eleanor)
13)Quando o sofrimento bater à sua porta (Pe. Fábio de Melo)
14)A maior flor do mundo (José Saramago)
15)O conto da Ilha Desconhecida (José Saramago)
16)Confissões de um Pecador (Santo Agostinho)
17)O mundo sem anéis – 100 dias em bicicleta (Mariana Carpanezzi)

I am almost finishing to read “Heide”, written by Johanna Spyri, and with pretensions to start some other, but the choice will depend on the mood of the day. 😉

What about you? Do you have a list of books and / or movies to share? I’d love to know in order to inspire me to compose my next lists. :)

It’s worth dreaming

In the midst of the worldwide commotion due to what happened with the Chapecoense equip, I revisited this text that I wrote last year. Football has the power to gather people around a magic that rationality can not explain.

In this space (using more words than usual), I write the details of the emotion that was for me and my family to watch a football game of our team, Corinthians, at the Arena Itaquera, a dream that came true on October 15, 2015.

Corinthiana roxa!

Corinthiana roxa!

“I do not remember when or where. I only know that from the very first days of life, as a photo below of the yellowed family album, perhaps by osmosis (!) or pure unconscious intellection, I recognize myself as a Corinthians fan.

I remember that child, with eight or nine years old, I was already accompanying my father in the afternoons or evenings of soccer in front of the TV, to faithfully cheer for our “Timão”. Not infrequently we have even recorded the most important matches on VHS, so we could watch them again and again. What happened to the final of the 1998 and 1999 Brazilian Championships “Brasileirão” and the 2000 FIFA Mundial de Clubes. Even more modern, father preferred to buy himself on an internet sales site on DVD, all the games Corinthians played in Libertadores da América that resulted in the trip to Japan and the title of World Champion of Club to Corinthians.

Esse é A foto - eu bebê com minha mãe e meu pai, esse último vestindo a camisa do Timão. :)

Esse é A foto – eu bebê com minha mãe e meu pai, esse último vestindo a camisa do Timão. :)

I remember how many times, talking about the endless jokes of fans of opposing teams in the absence of a Corinthian stadium, my father repeated: ‘Daughter, it will not be long and we will have a stadium. At that moment, the first game we’ll see on there, it’ll be all of us together. ‘

The years passed and the team announced that finally there would be a combination of efforts and our Arena would finally be constructed. It was not few times that I saw my father watching on the Internet, sitting in his office in Teresina, with enthusiasm, the evolution of that construction, through cameras installed in the place. He heard nothing but the noise of the building.

Duly ready to be one of the host of FIFA World Cup in Brazil, Arena Corinthians or Arena Itaquera was inaugurated. Each pitch or transmission on the spot made the excitement grow between us and the certainty that someday we would be in  those bleachers with other thousands of fans.

Meu pai e a Arena Corinthians frente a frente. <3

Meu pai e a Arena Corinthians frente a frente. <3

The year 2015 had began and I decided to write on my wish list of that year: ‘Watch a match with my father in the Corinthians Arena’. Ready! From that moment, it became a matter of honor to ‘take the old / new dream from paper’.

Without big plans or resolutions, the fact is that on October 15, 2015, we were together, my father, my mother and sister, sitting in the ranks JJ and KK, of the Western sector of the Corinthians Arena or “Hospice”, among another fans, affectionately named as ‘the bunch of madmen’ . To execute the idea, my sister faced the Paulista bus traffic jam from Ribeirão Preto; My parents took a flight from Brasilia the day before; And I got on a plane a few hours from the match, also coming from the Federal Capital.

No metrô lotado, a caminho de Itaquera.

No metrô lotado, a caminho de Itaquera.

Tickets in hand, we entered the Arena Corinthians, running, because the game had begun 10 minutes before. I do not remember our faces during the entrance. I just remember, while crossing a small footbridge to access the stadium and seeing more than 43 thousand people occupying each space, I looked back to them after raising their arms, as if  we were already celebrating a goal, and opening a smile to my family .

Ecstasy, enchantment, curiosity, joy – HAPPINESS was what I felt at that moment and the other 75 minutes during which we would remain in the place. During this period, I saw tear-filled eyes – on my father’s part, especially – spontaneous celebration.

Corinthians scored three times. Three moments, therefore, of uncontrolled jumps and hugs, of who only lives this experience in the stadium is able to understand. Such a meaningful experience that allows strangers, willingly and spontaneously, to forget differences and embrace themselves as old friends.


Os “manos” chegaram para a foto \o/

Photos, videos, more photos and more videos. We did everything, even finish the moment with a small testimony at the end of the game. After a few hours of the end of the match, we were all back to our realities in Ribeirão Preto, Brasília and Teresina.

That moment served once more to prove that happiness exists and that, as the result of a dream, carries with it all the energy and magnitude of achievement.

It’s worth dreaming! “


Speaking about loneliness…

Loneliness is a subject that from time to time permeates my world. In these almost two years living alone, it occasionally comes to pay me a visit, then I choose, depending on the mood of the day, whether I invite her for a coffee or I simply renege on her presence and distract myself.


Some people say that living in Brasilia (here extending to the entire Federal District) is an invitation to solitude. They justify saying that people are cold, that living here is a hurry, that neighbors do not talk with each other … I, in particular, do not agree very much with this thought, for the simple fact of believing that to feel or not alone is something that depends more on himself/herself than on the presence of someone else. Who has never felt alone even in the presence of other people?



Loneliness for me is state of mind and, as such, makes us good or bad, depending on whether or not it is managed wisely.

I will never forget the times I went to a restaurant and told the maitre: “just one seat, please!”; Or when I went to the cinema and watched “Room” and cried a lot because I also have the habit of talking to my apartment when I left and arrive every single day; the first and exciting solo trip, but these will be the theme of other posts of this blog. Coming soon. :)

solo movie session

solo movie session

1st solo trip (RJ, June 2015). Here at the top of Rocinha, during the Favela Tour.

1st solo trip (RJ, June 2015). Here at the top of Rocinha, during the Favela Tour.

On the Camino de Santiago - 2nd and largest solo trip so far. \O/

On the Camino de Santiago – 2nd and largest solo trip so far. \O/

In Portugal, sept / out 2016 - 3rd solo trip. Save the selfie stick! ;D

In Portugal, sept / oct 2016 – 3rd solo trip. Save the selfie stick! ;D

Road trip - solo. Pirenópolis/GO in nov. 2016.

Road trip – solo. Pirenópolis/GO in nov. 2016.

Here a small and complementary reflection about solitude that I read few hours ago in the book “The world without rings – 100 days on bicycle” (free translation) by Mariana Carpanezzi, which inspired me for writing this post:

Excerpt from the book “The world without rings – 100 days on bicycle”, by Mariana Carpanezzi.


Guitar lover



I do not know exactly when the desire of learning to play guitar came to my life. I do not know if It happened when i used to watch the boys at the school who used to play songs from the Legião Urbana band during classes breaks or when I used to listen to my father’s CDs of Brazilian Popular Music, where the guitar “reigns almost sovereign” among the other musical instruments.

I remember that desire was gradually taking up space on my wish-list. So, when I moved to Brasilia, as I walked through the building that I would call home, I got an advertising leaflet from a music school, which is located in the commercial area of ​​that same building. Immediately, I felt a special excitement. I knew that now more than ever, it would depend on me only, to go there and challenge myself. That’s what I did.

Choosing and buying my guitar :)

Choosing and buying my guitar :)

In May of 2015, I started to take regular guitar lessons, which continue to this day. I thought sometimes of taking a break. However, it seems the stimulus of learning a new musical note inspires me enough to do not want to stop.

I have no pretense in learning to play guitar, apart from the one that brings me personal fulfillment. I’ve had so much fun. That’s what matters. One more item from my wish-list titled with pride and satisfaction. :)

My guitar pick

My guitar pick

Geração Sonora - my school of music

Geração Sonora – my music school

During the music school presentation

During the music school presentation



I send postcards

This blog was created to be a space to share with family, friends and anonymous  what I call the “carols little dreams.”

I started writing about the Camino de Santiago, because I had promised to me and many other people, that I would not let what I lived – and still live from this great experience – get lost with me in my memories (there is still a lot to post about it). However, this space is not only about the Way. It goes beyond.

Before Camino and after it, I was/am a person moved to dreams, big and small, which I have had the good fortune to make them come true one by one, at my rhythm. Performing the 820km of the Camino de Santiago considering those conditions, it was rather a big dream that came true. <3

At the same time of these small / big dreams, I am also moved, I would say, for small / big actions that make me feel thankful every day by the grace of being alive. It’s what makes my heart beats faster in everyday life. What makes me feel alive and living … So I will today inaugurate the category of “everyday life” here on the blog. :)

Related to travel, but not limited to that, sending and receiving postcards have become a constant in my life, especially after I had moved for Federal District. It was an affectionate way that I and some friends (who also live in other states) find to keep us present in each other lives. Today, almost two years later, I have a collection of postcards of the most beautiful. <3

Postais <3

Postcards <3

Whenever I travel, I reserve a time on the day’s schedule to sit quietly in a coffee shop and, accompanied by my address book, write each of the postcards with a particular message, then, as if in a ritual, glu each stamp (purchased in shops of souvernirs or tobacconists), carefully adjusted to the designated space (yes, I am this kind of person rs.). Finally, after have finished of this job, I walk, as if I would carry a treasure, looking for some post office around the city, and one by one, let the cards go.

Post sent by Carol Matos, who is living in Floripa.

After have sent the post cards, I delicious myself expecting the messages from the friends, family and boyfriend transmiting the reaction of surprise for have recieved such a beautiful mementos. It is as if the trip that a few days ago had come to the end, it would take some days long, but this time in the hands of those people.

Postal enviado pela Mauri quando esteve em Curitiba.

Post sent by Mauri when she was in Curitiba.

To my surprise, sometimes I am not the only who send postcards. I recieve them. Can I say!? So much joy in this simple act! : D

I really want to perpetuate this habit. They are the most valuable memories and do not take up much space, but bring excessive happiness and affection.

Postal 2

I sent this postcard to myself when I arrived in Santiago de Compostela. ;)