Beisbol, Igreja and the Policia Federal parte 1
So...Ive got a whole weekend´s worth of stuff to catch up on....
Everybody here seems to be getting sick and I wasnt feeling allll that great Friday so I went out to the Festival Amazonas Jazz at the teatro for a few hours. It was sweet. There were bands from Rio, São Palo, New Orleans and New York. I took some pics, but went back and went to sleep pretty early.
On Saturday I woke up and ate breakfast with the family. Yogurt, fresh bread baked by the grandma, and fresh juice. Then I went to the drug store and was able to buy everything I needed speaking only Portuguese. They keep bandaids and neosporin (of course its not called that) behind the counter and I was able to talk to the pharmacist and get what I wanted. I was quite proud of myself. I then went to the gradmothers to eat a lunch of grilled fish and play with the little kids. After, I played with Junior, speaking in Portugues for quite a while. I tought him rock, paper scissors...or as he calls it pedra e xissora..and now he is completely addicted. Its adorable. That night we went to Macro (Its like BJ´s) and brought his 14yr old cousin with us. I tought them I spy with my little eye which doesnt sound as cool in their language. Ive also introduced piggy back rides into the culture.
After Macro, I went with the mother to close down her little stand and we went back to the grandmother´s where we ate these incredibly delicious hotdogs from the mother´s lanche. (marcia says the street vendor hot dogs will give us boccilism...but its my house mother...so I have an excuse to eat them ;))
I went to a juninho with the cousin and took a lot of pics. A festa juninho or `little June party´ is a little block party that is thrown annually in a ll the neighborhoods. In most areas, including this, they have gradually been pushed back into july, although they maintain the original name. At the juninho there were tons of people, and it was the grandma´s neighborhood which is very poor. They have different bands and groups of dancers in the most incredible concerts. All the girls down here have incredibly hot bodies (and I comfortable enough with my sexuality to say this) and they tend to show them off. The juninho dance costumes involved teeny tiny little skirts that went up and showed everything when they danced and most of them were wearing thongs. Even the heavier girls were like that and they seemed to all have so much confidence being dressed so slutty, it was pretty impressive. If only the guys here were anywhere near as hot as the girls....
The costumes bore intricite designs with ruffles and sequins, I was blown away.
Sunday I ate the biggest breakfast of my life, then we went to the grandmother´s and watched novellas for a long time and they fed me even more. The food is soo good here. After we came back and rested/watched tv for a while because the parents decided it was too hot to go to the pool. I then went to the neighborhood igresa with the mother for mass. I really do love how its the same thing no matter where you go. She had given me her money to hold and I thought she wanted me to put it all in the collection box, but I was supposed to just give the 2 and we were going to buy bread with the 5, which she never told me. As a result we could not by bread on the way home and ended up ordering pizza.
Pizza here is expensive and gross. The toppings are good, but they dont have sauce. And the Manausians top them with Mayonaise (just like everything else) They cant understand why I dont want to smear it all over everything.
Last night I watched the Phillies and the Braves on ESPN with Portuguese commentators! I miss baseball. It was fun, different but fun. I really need to go to Rio and get MLBtv.
Today we were going to go to the Federal Police, and ended up just getting our passports authenticated and going to the bank to pay fines. Hopefully everything is right and I dont get deported or something. Elliot came and met me at my house before I was done eating and they fed him too. Now someone else can attest to how well Im treated for my 85American dollars a week. His family doesnt feed him or take him to and from class and neither does Mike´s.
Everybody here seems to be getting sick and I wasnt feeling allll that great Friday so I went out to the Festival Amazonas Jazz at the teatro for a few hours. It was sweet. There were bands from Rio, São Palo, New Orleans and New York. I took some pics, but went back and went to sleep pretty early.
On Saturday I woke up and ate breakfast with the family. Yogurt, fresh bread baked by the grandma, and fresh juice. Then I went to the drug store and was able to buy everything I needed speaking only Portuguese. They keep bandaids and neosporin (of course its not called that) behind the counter and I was able to talk to the pharmacist and get what I wanted. I was quite proud of myself. I then went to the gradmothers to eat a lunch of grilled fish and play with the little kids. After, I played with Junior, speaking in Portugues for quite a while. I tought him rock, paper scissors...or as he calls it pedra e xissora..and now he is completely addicted. Its adorable. That night we went to Macro (Its like BJ´s) and brought his 14yr old cousin with us. I tought them I spy with my little eye which doesnt sound as cool in their language. Ive also introduced piggy back rides into the culture.
After Macro, I went with the mother to close down her little stand and we went back to the grandmother´s where we ate these incredibly delicious hotdogs from the mother´s lanche. (marcia says the street vendor hot dogs will give us boccilism...but its my house mother...so I have an excuse to eat them ;))
I went to a juninho with the cousin and took a lot of pics. A festa juninho or `little June party´ is a little block party that is thrown annually in a ll the neighborhoods. In most areas, including this, they have gradually been pushed back into july, although they maintain the original name. At the juninho there were tons of people, and it was the grandma´s neighborhood which is very poor. They have different bands and groups of dancers in the most incredible concerts. All the girls down here have incredibly hot bodies (and I comfortable enough with my sexuality to say this) and they tend to show them off. The juninho dance costumes involved teeny tiny little skirts that went up and showed everything when they danced and most of them were wearing thongs. Even the heavier girls were like that and they seemed to all have so much confidence being dressed so slutty, it was pretty impressive. If only the guys here were anywhere near as hot as the girls....
The costumes bore intricite designs with ruffles and sequins, I was blown away.
Sunday I ate the biggest breakfast of my life, then we went to the grandmother´s and watched novellas for a long time and they fed me even more. The food is soo good here. After we came back and rested/watched tv for a while because the parents decided it was too hot to go to the pool. I then went to the neighborhood igresa with the mother for mass. I really do love how its the same thing no matter where you go. She had given me her money to hold and I thought she wanted me to put it all in the collection box, but I was supposed to just give the 2 and we were going to buy bread with the 5, which she never told me. As a result we could not by bread on the way home and ended up ordering pizza.
Pizza here is expensive and gross. The toppings are good, but they dont have sauce. And the Manausians top them with Mayonaise (just like everything else) They cant understand why I dont want to smear it all over everything.
Last night I watched the Phillies and the Braves on ESPN with Portuguese commentators! I miss baseball. It was fun, different but fun. I really need to go to Rio and get MLBtv.
Today we were going to go to the Federal Police, and ended up just getting our passports authenticated and going to the bank to pay fines. Hopefully everything is right and I dont get deported or something. Elliot came and met me at my house before I was done eating and they fed him too. Now someone else can attest to how well Im treated for my 85American dollars a week. His family doesnt feed him or take him to and from class and neither does Mike´s.