A Living Statue

I made scrambled eggs for my mom and dad. I don't think they liked them very much but they tried them anyways, which made me happy. On our way home from the beach we made a few stops. First we met Charbel's (my dads) sister, who spoke English. She also was an Intercambio (exchange student). She went to Denmark, where she learned her English. It was a relief to speak to someone who knew English. Then, we went to the mall. It was the same as a mall back at home just everything in a different language. My mom, my dad, and I went to the glasses store. My dad was looking to buy new sunglasses. He tried on many pairs of sunglasses and each pair he would look in the mirror and swiftly turn to us and make a face as if he was posing for a movie cover. It was very funny, although I don't think he was doing this on purpose.

I've come to a conclusion. I am a living statue. I breathe, I walk, but I don't say anything. I just follow the crowd with the same scared and confused look on my face. Everybody probably thinks I'm crazy, but everything is just so new. I sit there and think to myself, I sit there and take everything in. My family asked me if I was timido. I wouldn't say timido in the least bit, I just don't know what to say. Watching TV and listening to people talk is funny. I make up a conversation in my head putting the words in when the people on TV are talking. When people get mad or excited its funny seeing there reaction. When they get mad and all worked up I have no idea what they're saying they just look funny. I can't help but laugh to myself, even if the matters serious.

September 7th is a holiday in Brazil. Independence Day for Brazil. No school, no work, everything stops. There was a parade in my town and the Rotary club who sponsors me asked me to walk in it with them. I was not sure what to expect but I agreed to do it for sure! My grandmother picked me up the morning of the parade. Leaving the house in my blue blazer with so many charms and pins hanging off of it I looked like a chandelier . A specific story to tell behind each and every one. Some pins from other exchanger students, some from amigos, and alguns homemade or bought. At the parade I met so many more Rotarians. It is tough not being able to speak the language and at times very frustrating but I managed. They were all so happy to meet me, and I was honored they asked me to march with them. So many people filled the streets, so much noise, and so much happiness! I marched and held an American flag proudly. Many people got up in my face to take a picture, as if I was a celebrity.

After we went to the "farm house". My vision was totally different then what is actually was. It was so beautiful! A little pink house with blue windows. Casa rosa, janela azul. The back yard had 3 waterfalls. I walked around with Raiany and learned so many words. It was amazing. Three houses in every type of living; a house in the city, a house on the beach, and a house on a farm. I'd say you're set! We had lunch and then napped a little bit. It was so peaceful. Later that evening my dad was trying to learn English words. He pronounced almost all of them wrong. White was "whych", red was "hedge", blue was "bluey". It was so funny! He was so confident with his answers too, but they were all wrong.

Casa rosa, janela azul

Cachoeira

My dad, me, Raiany, Salomao

minha mae

meu pai