No, I'm totally kidding. I love you America. I love to travel, and though I have been very few places in my life, the opportunities I have had to go to these places I am grateful for. I love to go to new places and learn new customs, even if the differences are only by state borders...AH! I just think about when I went to Wisconsin and Kentucky, and how they are so different from New York and from each other. That is one thing I LOVE about the United States. We are one small country, but we are full of so much diversity. An adventure can be a cars drive away, you just have to open your mind to it. Ohhh, my creative juices have been flowing.
Like I had said before, I'm definitely accepting it here more and more every day. My comfort levels are finally starting to go up. And my guard, a little bit down. I can't really imagine what the people see me as here. I know people were in shock my first few days here... My blond hair and my big blue eyes, it all stuck out so much in a sea of dark hair and brown eyes. Not to mention I did not talk at all. Now I'm talking a lot more, and annoying myself doing so as well. But! Every day I add a little more Portuguese into my days. I am trying. The one HUGE pet peeve I have though is my English. I'm starting to think the way I speak, which is slow and broken in order for most people to understand me better. I'm forgetting how to spell, too. Just words in English are starting to look really weird to my eyes.
The swelling of my finger went down A LOT today. It was dark purple for a while, and well, just plain ugly. I finished my giant chocolate bar in a day, so I went out today and bought another. So gross, but so delicious. I made the most odd Christmas list of my life. I'm asking for basic things and food from America. That's how it should be anyway, simple. I hate how commercialized Christmas has become. I'm not a big fan of the holiday in itself, but the season is absolutely wonderful.
I would absolutely LOVE it if anyone wanted to write me a letter. I understand that sending it can be a pain and costs more than an email, but really, there is something about a hand written letter that makes everything so much better. Facebook conversations and email messages (not like I get any of those, anyway) are impersonal. Letters are different. I'll post my address maybe, or just ask me if you want it. You're awesome.
I'm such a bad Brazilian. Everyone here loves meat and parties, the girls always have perfectly manicured nails and beautiful hair. I have a short lions mane, the worst nail beds ever and well, we all know how much I love my carne. Yum, murder. But like I've been saying, people here are really awesome.
My food woes are starting to fade. I'm craving less of what I had at home and getting used to it here. I don't think I miss American food as much as I miss just eating all the time, which is what I do. Here, I eat a small breakfast in the morning, then lunch and sometimes I'll have dinner. I eat SO MUCH less but I'm eating a lot healthier too (minus the chocolate, ohhh veganism I miss you so much)
Last night was my schools dance recital. Here they offer dance classes, and those are offered like a sports team would be. I remember on my first day they asked me if I played any sports, because here they have Basketball, Volleyball and Soccer. And dance too. Boys play soccer. Girls dance. But boys here dance too! And I said no to the question. Many have tried to teach me just the simplest dances here, and forget about the Samba....I can not dance, no, not at all. I love how they dance here though! Partner dancing to quick, upbeat music, I love it I love it I love it. I hate that I look like an idiot when I try, and no one knows how to explain it to me. Hahahahaha. Afterwards, we went to this restaurant. It was a pizza place, and also apparently they place to be after the schools thing, half the teachers were there and so many people from school, the place was packed.
I don't remember if I explain it, but teachers here are very different. In Brazil teachers and students have a more relaxed, friendly kind of relationship than in the U.S. At home, teachers have one goal, and that is to teach. Here, they are more of a friend that teaches you. And one you see around town, all the time (granted, it is a very small city). I don't recall one time where, after a school function, all the teachers went out to the same place and got their pizza and drink on. It is so funny and they are so open and goofy. I got home from dinner around midnight or half past. I was excruciatingly tired during the recital, but after dinner I was wide awake. Shower and facebook as usual, then a failed attempt at sleep. SUPER loud thunder woke me up at 530, no sleep after that. I have not been sleeping like I should, but it's fine. It's the weekend, then four more days of school until summer! HAHAHAHAHAH, how many of you can say that?
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