Oh the lies Brasilians tell me. Whenever my companions asks someone to guess where im from they guess germany. and everyone refuses to believe my hair is any shade of red. Its blond through and through! maybe in 16 months or so it will be red again. sighs.
Ok, so the other day my companion had a meeting for leaders since shes training so I went on exchanges with another american who probably speaks worse than me. AND we had to take the bus. Which is SO scary! But we lived! Were here. We even taught 3 lessons and learned a lot. Sure, we cant speak perfectly but we can teach. Its real! During one of the lesson an investigator asked
So what different about brasil?
resposta: todas coisas!!!!
the way you knock on doors (ie clap and yell their name) because every door is behond a metal gate
the way you flush the toilet
the way stray dogs are everywhere and poop everywhere
the way sweet potatoes are NOT the same vegetable
the way papagaious (parrots) are in everyones home even though its illegal and annoying. (someone, search the consequences of parrot murder for me)
the way the milk comes in boxes and doesnt have to be refrigerated till after you open it
the way ten year old girls dress.... ooooohhh mmmmmyyy
the bus (oh the horror) its crowded to the max times a million. its like a highschool dance
the way funk music plays everywhere! imagine rap on crack cocaine
the way it rains and pours and pours
the way we greet people, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, always
the way you buy bread at a bakery... like in olden days and its so cheap!
the way you have to buy things. You buy paper at the paper store, fruit at the fruit stand, drugs at the drug store. There is no one stop.
the way you put your trash in baskets outside the house and they clear them 3 times a week
the traffic
the soccer games
the HUGE easter eggs, but no hunts
the way people rarely ever decline a visit to hear about the gospel but are somehow never home! haha
oh the list can go on and on, and perhaps it will... next week!
mom- tell margo shaw the flip flops she got me are brasilian and they are SUPE|R chic here. Like they are upper class footwear. Havianas.
Ok so the american dollar is worth twice as much here but everything is twice as expensive and two times more cheap. Do that math, I lose here.
This area needs a lot of help, sister Fonseca and I are really excite about helping it change. Our investigators are all pretty new and no one is on date for baptism. We havent had one since january! One family is pretty close to golden if it wasnt for the smoking and the not being married thing (people dont get married here. seriously, its rare. they just say they are married) but I really do believe they can do it. Pray for Jose, altemera and Danilo!
My hand is finally healing from the freak lemon/sun accident and I can see my knuckles again! So things are looking up!!! Ok, I love you all and please write to me so people think im popular! my mission address, the mission home one is always the one to write to!!
And thats all for now. There are those things that my zone leader just says we dont tell our mothers about. in his words " dear mom: its great here, people love us! miracles happen everyday! 3 baptisms this week and did I mention the people on the bus are so polite, they even let us have their seats! Brasil is the greatest! the mission rocks!!"
Haha, but really. I love it. Its a struggle and some moments i just want to be home but when im working hard I just want to be here with my 3 year old vocabulary and complete lack of comprehension! beides, i love beans and rice!
love sister neptune!
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