This country is getting to me hahaha I am going insane. Every day at lunch, I have beans and rice. Beans and rice, along with lots of fried meat, is a staple here. Its such a common dish that it's perfected and always tastes good, but I know for a fact that (Brian will be grateful for this one) I will NEVER eat Panera black bean soup again. That was my favorite food back home, and anyone that knows me knows that Panera is my addiction, and there was a point back in the day when I went two-three times a week....minimum. That was also my last meal in America. I guess I'm going to have to discover some variety when I go back. It's just very convenient that my boyfriend works at my favorite restaurant :P
Anyway, every day at lunch I sit there with my host family and pretty much keep to myself. We don't talk much. I'm not very family oriented to begin with, so it's weird for me to be here with them. I do not know how to explain that. I always want to laugh, because unintentionally, I ALWAYS get "Baby got back" stuck in my head, and they probably think I'm loca because I smile and just don't talk or communicate with them very much. I just first of all have nothing to say (I don't know how to speak their language haha) and I have that song on repeat for the entire meal. It makes me think of Grace and Bridget (WOOOO BOOTY)
hahahaha! I remember the first real Brazilian booty I saw, it was before boarding my flight in D.C to Sao Paulo. I texted Bailey and Grace in excitement. Yes, I'm a creep.
I find it odd that I wrote yesterday, but I did not say a thing about my day. It was less eventful, to say the least. Even writing in my journal in school bored me to tears. I had fallen asleep three times in school. The first time, I was made awake by a hit on the head (thank you Daniel) the second, a dead beetle was thrown at me (thank you again, Daniel) and the third time, well...I wish I just did not wake up, we were watching "Dukes of Hazzard" in Spanish class....in Portuguese....and yes it's just as stupid in this language. I was so extremely tired, everyone thought I was sad again. I'm always a little bit upset, but mostly about the fact that I'm about as sleep deprived as my mother. That is pretty bad, by the way. At night I've been finding falling asleep impossible. I feel like my situation has completely reversed from when I got here. My first week and a half, I did not eat or speak, I just slept all the time. Now, I'm eating and talking up a storm, but sleep does not happen.
After lunch yesterday I really wanted candy, and I felt like a bum. I walked to the supermarket to get a chocolate bar (I took the stairs down too, which makes my American self lose my breath) and walked home from there in pouring rain! I ran into my neighbor, also my friends mom, and she invited me in to talk to her daughter. She speaks a little English so we talked for a little bit over coffee (bad idea sleep deprived Amy) then I headed upstairs to sleep. I could not sleep so I played around on my computer for a while before slapping my self in the head like a V8 commercial....
I had not uploaded any of my pictures from here because I forgot my USB cord on my bed in New York. I also forgot that there is a card reader built standard on computers now. So there are a few pictures up on facebook now, not very many of me, mostly just of around here and one party I went to.
I was up late last night again and sit here, ONCE MORE, just trying to sleep and I can't. There are always a million things on my brain, especially here.
School today was pretty uneventful. I learned some new phrases I probably should not know how to say. Every time someone comes up to me and tells me to say something, I do. hahahah, not a good idea on my part, but it's always super funny. The last class of the day today was gym, and here it's separated by gender. The boys played soccer (of course) and the girls played basketball. I got intense, I think, but it was short-lived. I jammed my finger and now it's the girth of a medium carrot. GO SAUSAGE FINGER GO!! It's huge and painful, and I can't move it.
Today my host mother asked me when I was staying here until, because my plan has been to leave asap since I got here. I said I did not know. We have to register my visa soon I guess, but the date of when I leave doesn't really matter unless it's past when it expires.
I still have time to think. As much as I have been enjoying it here lately, I realize that I only enjoyed myself after I truly thought about going home. I was excited that I COULD leave, and then all my worries melted away. The fact that I'm going to be here longer than I had anticipated is starting to sink in. I really do want to go home and go to school, get another job and everything. The people here are so amazing though, and I know no matter how much time I spend here, I will absolutely return one day.
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