Gestures and lines.
Don't "OK" me!
It's funny how our little differences still amuse us sometimes. Henrik has always thought I gesticulate and make too many facial expressions as I speak. It's like I come with an endless collection of emoticons. So I figured that this must be a cultural thing, since he wasn't even familiar with some of my gestures and faces. There was this time I made a gesture to hurry up and he wondered why I was incessantly shaking my hand like that. And he never gets my head gesture that means "What?" Instead of answering me back, he repeats the head move thinking I'm actually doing a little dance or something. It never ceases to amuse me.
Still on the same note, we tend to have a communication problem when it comes to the "OK" sign. In my country, it's a bad gesture that means "F*ck you!" And ever since I told him that, I'm practically not allowed to use it anymore. Once he asked me how the food was a while ago, I did the hand gesture meaning it was good, and he was all like "Don't be evil now!" I'm glad we still understand each other in the universal language of loooove :)
Romeos and Juliet.
Lately, I have been taking walks early in the morning and that's pretty much the only exercise I've been doing. I go to this amazing park near the beach and walk very fast like a major athlete. The area is usually packed with all sorts of people who exercise, walk their dogs and get a tan on the beach. Sometimes, I bump into a huge group of what seems to be army cadets in uniforms, who always go jogging and sing army chants at the same time. The leader says something and they repeat right afterwards, what gets everyone's attentions since they're so many. As they were getting closer to me, I decided to pay attention to what they were saying:
"Ei Romeu! (Hey, Romeo!)
Onde está a Julieta? (Where's Juliet?)
Está aqui! (She's here!)
É só olhar para a direita!"(Just look to your right) *And there I was, the only one on their right*
They kept repeating that, til I passed by the whole group. Most of them were looking at me, and smiling. That turned out to be the most choir-like line I've ever gotten. And probably one of the few lines that made me smile cause it was cute, unexpected, innocent, and it rhymed and everything (only in Portuguese though). Plus, I knew that none of the sweaty guys were trying to get in my pants. That was just part of the training and they must do it whenever they run by a lonely girl, to make the training less tiring and more amusing. That's all for today. Off I go.