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June
I’ve been going out a ton! There’s been a party every day and I don’t
know how to say no to a party! It’s all been too much! Too many new
things to deal with! Too many men! Too many people! Too many parties!
Too little time! Too much gossip! I passed my limit! This one night I
made a mistake which led to another one and another one and yet one
more and before I knew it, it was day time. I woke up at a friend’s
couch and got home at 8 am. What happened I don’t clearly remember!
What I do vividly remember is the look on my host mom’s face! I
decided to change. Take better care of myself. I’ve been putting
myself at risk and I haven’t been responsible.
When I got to Brazil I decided to establish couple rules for myself.
Rules, that no one but me enforced; not rotary, not my parents, not my
host parents, just me. My first rule was respect! Respect for myself
and respect for others. This meant respecting my body enough not to
intoxicate it, respecting others enough not to judge them but
understand them. I also decided that I would do only things that I
would not regret doing or not doing. I broke this rules and there is
no going back to undo. From what’s done and said there is no return.
The past is history it may change our present but it’s the way we look
at our past that decides who we’ll be and the only future there is, is
the one we choose to make for ourselves. I learned, changed and moved
on; my current host mom did the same. She didn’t hold it against me
she forgave me and moved on. But of course I couldn’t expect everyone
else to do the same. There is so much gossip in Londrina! It’s as if
the whole world had nothing better to do than to talk about me. Talk
about what I did, what I didn’t do. What they THOUGHT I did. What they
wish I would have done. What they thought I should have done. What
they think about what I did. What they think that I think. What they
think they know….and it’s like the telephone game it has a snow ball
effect. Someone heard 4 men, 2 women, after a party, in an after party
at an apartment…and they decided to make their perverted and elaborate
fantasies of what could have happened but didn’t happen. Eventually
the wild fire got to my second host mom who told my current host mom…
I was so ashamed, embarrassed, miserable and afraid. I was scared of
what could have happened. I was ashamed and embarrassed of what the
people I care most about thought of me, but most of all terrified that
they would replace all the good memories, respect and trust they had
for me with this. With THIS THAT I´M NOT!!!
It’s been two weeks and I haven’t gone out past 11 pm, and I can feel
the music of the night clubs in my head while I sleep on Friday
nights. I can hear the light calling me to dance. Worst of all I can
see my friends having fun! And I want to be there, but I’m not, not
because my current host mom but because my second host mom adviced me
not to. These are the advantages of having more than one mom! Very few
people forgive completely. Not too long ago I had a conversation with
a friend’s dad. I was telling him how I forgive but never forget, and
I do this to prevent any further damage. I remember him telling me I
that I was wrong that when you forgive you must forget and move on “or
else you’re liar”. I remember feeling offended when he called me a
liar, but now more than ever I understand how we are all liars, we are
all sinners, and we all make mistakes. The difference is that some
make mistakes more discreetly than others. I’ve never been graceful
and I’ve always been clumsy. I’m not discreet, I wear my heart on
sleeve and anyone can always tell how I feel just by looking at me.
And if you look at me I ask you not to judge me because unless you’ve
been to another country and have lived what I’ve lived you won’t be
able to understand.
What people think of others is rarely accurate but it doesn’t matter
if it’s the truth or a lie. To that one person it will be the truth;
in that case we could say there are many real truths to many different
people. Religion and ethics can be considered one this truths.
Buddhism is as truthful and real to the Buddhist as Christianity is to
a Christian. Even with ethics, what’s right to you might not be right
to me. Is there an international code of ethics? I don’t believe so
but John Lock seemed to think so. Now who I’m I to say he was wrong?
What I’m trying to get at is that, it is irrelevant who is right and
who’s wrong. Who knows the truth and who believes a lie. My father
always told me “no es solo ser si no parecer”. In other words you
can’t only be good but you have to look like your good. And I always
thought this was so diplomatic of him, to put it in polite terms. I
hate diplomacy; to me it’s another word for fakeness. My mom, Dad,
Aunt Clara, Uncle Duque and Grandma Maruja are all experts at it.
They’ve all tried to teach how to be diplomatic and I’ve never been
able to do it. How can you smile at something that you know it’s
wrong. Anyways whether I like it or not like always he was right. When
you are an ambassador unfortunately what people think matters, so you
don’t only have to be it but you have to look it.
July
I went to a karaoke with Natasha, Mari, Shiloh and Siri. It was so
much fun being just girls and acting crazy, and singing bad.
I meet this girl that just got back from exchange in Turkey…it turns
out that she knows John. What a small world.
Presentation
I did my rotary presentation! It was hard to prepare because I didn’t
have a computer to prepare it on. Although I was running around like a
chicken with my head cut off, I made it happen. I first presented at
my club and then at the two neighboring ones. The first time around
everything went wrong. I was late, the sound system didn’t work, I
tripped over the cables, my camera died, my jokes failed miserably, I
passed the time limit and I made everyone cry! The second and third
time I was told that it was the best exchange student presentation
they have ever attended, and both clubs asked me to pass it in writing
so that they can publish it. I ´m going to post a part of it up for
you guys to see. It’s in Portuguese so future exchange students to
Brazil this is the test to see if you’re ready.
Minha filosofia de vida é baseada nos seguintes pensamentos: Vida é
sobre escolher como usá-la para tocar alguém de um jeito que nunca
poderia ser atingido. Felicidade é uma decisão, e obstáculos são
montanhas que prometem uma boa vista no topo. O passado talvez ajude a
nos concretizar, mas é uma opção e o jeito que escolhermos olhar a
vida, que define verdadeiramente a pessoa que você é, e Você
provavelmente deve estar imaginando, “quem é a pessoa que teve a
oportunidade de viajar para fora”. Eu sou uma mulher com bastante
ambição, eu sou uma artista que aspira estudar música no Julliard, e
inspirar pessoas com minha música, eu sou uma futura embaixadora da
U.N.
Eu nasci em Medellín, Colômbia, um dos países mais bonitos que eu já
vi. Andar a cavalo nas montanhas era minha coisa favorita, se você
andar de manhã sentirá o orvalho das flores, e poderá ver a parte mais
bonita dos Andes e do rio Cauca. Eu passava a maior parte das minhas
férias de verão em Santa Marta, lá você pode ir dos nevados à praia em
menos de 100 quilômetros. Era um paraíso para mim, andar na praia e
ouvir os tambores por todas as partes. Eu era uma criança muito
privilegiava e mimada.
Infelizmente o paraíso não era mais seguro para minha família, chegou
num ponto em que minha mãe era perseguida até nossa casa, tínhamos
muitas ameaças e cheguei até a ser seqüestrada. Por essa razão nos
mudamos para o estado de Colorado nos Estados Unidos. Investimos todo
nosso dinheiro num restaurante e depois de 11 de setembro perdemos
tudo, mas aprendemos a ser mais humildes. Todas as mudanças tiverem um
péssimo efeito sobre meus pais; eles se separaram. Meu pai mudou pra
Flórida, e meu irmão e eu ficamos com minha mãe. Nesta época comecei a
escrever música como nunca antes. A música era minha fonte de
expressão, tirava minha tristeza e fraqueza e me deixava forte e
positiva.
Após um tempo meus pais se juntaram novamente e mudamos para Flórida.
As coisas começaram a se acalmar, eu comecei a ir para um colégio
especializado em música, que requeria que eu acordasse às 5 horas e
chegasse em casa às 19 horas. eu tomava 8 aulas curriculares avançadas
e 8 de música. Freqüentei essa escola até oito de fevereiro de 2007.
Nesta data mudei para Colômbia. A decisão de ficar lá 6 meses me fez
amar a cultura, a salsa, o merinque, o vallenato, e a cozinha da minha
vó...eu sinto orgulho de dizer que sou uma latina que não perdeu sua
língua, mas definitivamente cresci com cada lugar que visitei e
agreguei um pedaço ao meu ser de cada pessoa que conheci.
Eu também aprendi a amar os Estados Unidos como meu próprio país, e
sinto que sou uma boa embaixadora dos Estados Unidos porque ele é
igual a mim, é um mosaico, e os estadunidenses são pessoas de todas a
partes do planeta que vieram a procura de liberdade e oportunidade.
Desde o meu retorno da Colômbia eu e assisti Cypress Bay, (o colégio
da serie “The news Paper” da MTV) e persegui meu sonho de ser uma
aluna de intercâmbio. Eu agradeço a vocês por terem me considerado
para este programa, de ter a oportunidade de experimentar, aprender e
sentir diferentes culturas.
Este ano eu fiz coisas que só tinha sonhado! Fiz rafting, rapeling,
tentei dançar samba, fiz aula de capoeira e circo...viajei para mais
de 25 cidades entre elas Brasília, Lençóis, Salvador, Itacaré, Recife,
Jeriquaquara, Porto Seguro, Rio de Janeiro, Corvélia, Florianópolis,
Jaraguá do Sul, Piçarras, Camburiú, Cayon Guartela... foi um ano cheio
de sabores e experiências novas. Eu conheci um dos lugares mais
bonitos do mundo, e convivi com um dos povos mais alegres e lindos que
tem! Amadureci muito! A pessoa que volta não é a mesma que chegou.
Quando deci do avião eu era uma minina ansiosa, nervosa, e até
insegura. A mulher que volta é uma cheia de confiança em si mesma e
uma mulher que conhece suas fraquezas e forças.
Tive a sorte de ter 5 incríveis famílias, cada uma diferente e
especial. Uma mãe de Minas, um irmão rockero, uma avó italiana, uns
tios doidos, um pai paraquedista, umas outras mães que me fizerem
engordar vários quilos... mais de todos absolutamente todos aprendi
muito. Minha primeira família não era a típica família brasileira que
eu esperava. Vindo de uma família que fala demais, abraça demais, e
sempre demonstra sentimentos; para mim era esquisito o silêncio, me
sentia incomoda com ele. Mas com este aprendi que não se precisa
sempre de palavras para mostrar sentimentos, um só olhar pode falar
muito, você pode mostrar amor, raiva ou tristeza. Na minha segunda
família eu me sentia em casa. Até hoje, quando vou visitar nem preciso
tocar a campainha. Minha mãe (Garcia) não só é minha maior confidente
mas uma amiga com quem posso dançar e cantar a tarde toda. E meu pai (Ivo)
é uma pessoa que respeito demais, ele é muito sensato e resolve
problemas com a maior tranqüilidade, sei que sempre me dará bons
conselhos. Minhas últimas 3 famílias abriram as portas de suas casas
para mim sem a menor obrigação. Elas me deram a oportunidade de os
conhecer e isso era tudo que eu podia pedir.
No Brasil aprendi a diferença entre amigos e companheiros. Aprendi a
ser uma boa amiga sem esperar nada em retorno; e o importante que são
as qualidades como a lealdade, e sinceridade em uma pessoa.
Compartilhei não só com brasileiros mas com gente de todas partes do
mudo. Aprendi que apesar de que sermos de diferentes partes do mundo,
rirmos de diferentes piadas, comermos diferentes comidas, termos
diferentes costumes, no fim somos iguais. Todos rimos, todos choramos,
todos amamos, e todos sentimos saudades, saudades que vão me matar no
dia 28 de Julho quando eu embarcar nesse avião às 12 horas; meu
coração vai ficar fragmentado, por que vou deixar um pedaço com vocês.
Quando a saudade for demais, olharei aquelas fotos, escutarei aquelas
musicas, ligarei, até poderei voltar mas não será igual. Nunca terei
todos vocês reunidos.
Concluindo, eu não me arrependo de nada do que tenha acontecido ou que
tenha feito porque tudo o que aconteceu me transformou na pessoa que
sou hoje. Sou uma mulher que vive sua vida com paixão de aspirar e
inspirar de uma maneira positiva.
Rugby chuhasco
I have a friend from Denmark that has been a part of the Londrina
Rugby team. The guys from the team were throwing him a goodbye party.
This party was in the middle of the ghetto! With people that if I’d
seen in an ally at night I would have probably run. However to my
surprise scariest biggest guys were the nicest! Yes a bit weird. Like
one of them liked being hit!... they were making up pump up songs they
sing before games, something like a pep-rally songs before football
games; so cool.
Surprise from home
My parents are moving back to Colombia! My dad got a new job. He
leaves in 3 months!!! I know it’s the best for my parents and I’m
supposed to be happy for them, but I just feel worried and scared. I
don’t know what to do! I don’t know where I’m going to live, work, or
study! Although I love Colombia I can’t do university there! Not only
because it would take me too long to catch up with the academic
requirements to attend university there but because I’m not sure if I
want to live in Colombia the rest of my life. You see a diploma from
Colombia is not valid in the U.S. but an American one is valid in
Colombia. (However this doesn’t make any sense because it’s the same
if not harder to graduate in Colombia.) Being away this year made me
realize how much I need my parents! How I’m not ready to be on my own.
How much I want them to be there one last time, one last year! I
basically get back and have to say goodbye again.
Life what a crazy mess.
So I moved out of my family’s house because they were traveling. I
went to a friend’s house for the week, until rotary found a family for
me. They were angels; specially the brother! He let me stay in his
room; use his bath-room, his computer and his bed! Not even his sister
which is the reason I went there was so special with me. He is so
patient and mature for a 13 year old! I guess life is fair. He made up
for the other brother. But yea, o brother, I´m probably going to go
back to that brothers house again! Something which I’m so afraid of…
Rotary hasn’t found a family for me.
Two weeks later
Frankly I don’t know how else to put it, but this sucks! I have felt
like an un-wanted guest enough! I want a family! It not okay that I
stay with friends or friends of the family.
Volunteering
Throughout this year I’ve been working at the cancer hospital with
children that are undergoing chemotherapy. Right up there with saying
goodbye it’s probably the hardest and the most important thing I’ve
done in Brazil. It’s especially difficult for me; I can’t watch the
Lion King or Bambi without a tear. I couldn’t be psychologist, because
I cry when I see somebody cry. However this kids they don’t need
sympathy and tears they need strength, love, and laughter. And those
are exactly the 3 things I’ve learned from them. They are so brave!
There is this little boy I visited last week. His lips were blood, he
had discoloration spots, not a single hair on his body and yet he was
ready to keep on fighting. The nurse simply asked him what side and he
calmly responded. Whereas I, an 18 year old “adult” would run way if
shown a needle. There’s this other girl even though she literally
receives a dose of poison every day she still manages to smile every
time I come in. I don’t do much, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing
special. I bring in colored pencils and paper and I let them make fun
of my funny accent. And it’s probably more important to me then to
them. I have learned more from them then they have learned from me.
I’ve learned from their braveness, simplicity, and joy.
The only really disturbing thing I’ve seen working there is this woman
I meet. She’s been a volunteer for a long time. I was talking to her
in elevator and telling her how difficult it was for me to see
children under going pain. I asked how she dealt with it and she
answered that because she was a Spirtist she believed that it was
karma that probably the children had done something really horrible in
their past life and that now they were just paying for it! How can
someone believe these sweet and innocent children deserve this! I
wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy!
My last family
Because rotary has not contacted me with any response, I asked the
family friends that I lived with for 3 weeks if they would take me in
as their daughter until the end of my exchange.
I went to church with my mom and at the end of the service they showed
a video about Americas wasteful and exaggerate consumption! This video
explained how our life has become all about obtaining, buying, and
consuming. We consume 1/3 or the worlds resources leaving people from
other countries to pay the price. Families that for generations have
been sustained by their environment are being forced to move to cities
to work in factories with low pay and toxic conditions. You see, 99%
of the things we buy become trash within a year. Trash that is stored
away underground polluting the water system or burned polluting the
air. You can learn more at htttp://www.storyofstuff.com… Nossa (omg) I
wanted to melt into my chair.
Today the extended family came over for a BBQ. Everything about it was
different; from the food to the topics! We eat Antra and Capivara
meat! My host mom made this pumpkin filled with a meat; it tasted like
heaven! I also had a unusual conversation with my host aunt. The first
thing she told me is “you must be getting used to living with little
resources; I mean we are a third world county.” I was very confused
when she said this. Brazil a, “third world nation” offers things that
in U.S. we only dream of; the best Universities are free , health care
is provided for everyone…it is a county in which the middle class in
growing and life does not revolve around work. In the U.S. the kind of
person you are no longer matters. We are not viewed as people but as
professionals you’re no longer John you’re the John the lawyer or John
the nanny.
After lunch the family conversation shifted to men…my host uncle asked
me if I had gone out last night and if I had found a “paquerinha to
give amasos”. “Amasos” as he explained as touching and “paquera” as a
one night stand… they talk about everything so openly! For example I
was asked what pumpkin is in Spanish and I told them calabasa. Here
calabasa is a woman who is virgin when she marries. As soon as they
heard this, my other host uncle asks me if in my culture we make it an
issue to marry virgin!
Oh and yea I found out my host aunt is a spiritist just like the other
woman that worked with me at the cancer hospital. The worst part is
that she also believes in Christ. Which is even more confusing then
our discussion. The basis of Christianity is forgiveness; believing as
true that Christ died for our sins and that because of him we don’t
have to suffer. I don’t understand how someone that claims to believe
in Jesus Christ can consider the Hammurabi law as fare!!!! Eye for an
eye leaves the whole world blind!
By dinner time they moved on to talk about religion! I can’t believe I
managed to break my mom’s 3 rules in one day! They were arguing loudly
and passionately. I don’t know why I was stupid enough to share my
view point. I was asked which I thought was the richest country in the
world and I said “the Vatican”. I said there shouldn’t build gold
churches while people starve. …and Oh noooo, that’s when they
exploded. It was an insult to them!!!!!! They said I was ignorant and
went on and on how stupid I was. Oh god I wish I would have listened
to my mama! Then out of nowhere my host dad said “oh it’s good you’re
out of the U.S. because it’s sinking and….” Ok that’s when it hit me,
I was hurt. He has no idea, but it’s pointless to talk to someone who
won’t listen. Someone that’s made up his mind.
O fim
One last time I went clubbing in Brasil! One last time I heard samba
and Sertenegio at Escritorio. It was great I knew just about everyone
in the night club. I hugged the security guards goodbye and traded
emails with the ladies that take your money.
My last day was a summation of everything that Brazilian people are.
I ran around Centro in the rain trying to get everything done. I sent
some photos to print but because I was getting my nails done I wasn’t
going to have time to pick them up. But as soon as I motioned my
dilemma to the nail lady I found someone that offered to pick them up
from the photo shop for me.
I rode the bus one last time. I had a conversation about Michael
Jackson with 10 people in the front of the public bus. This would
never happen back home. People here are just so open to foreigners.
They treat a stranger like their best friend.
The tchau (goodbye)
John Devers song kept replaying in my head. I stayed up all night
writing goodbye letters. The emotions and lack of sleep got the best
of me. You’ll never be prepared to say goodbye, regardless of how many
times you’ve done it. I was the last exchange student to leave! I
cried so many times at the airport. Said goodbyes so many times yet
still I never seemed to get immune to it! Every time I saw that jet
plane leave I knew that as surreal as it felt it was real the next day
it would be me trying to find the strength to climb those freighting
stairs. Time passes by weather your ready or not! I choked my way past
security and onto my seat. As I looked out of that airplane window it
was rainy just like when I first arrived, and I remembered how
exciting every rain droplet felt. Melancholy takes over when I think
of my Londrina. It felt so mine that it became a part of me. That city
changed me! The people changed me.
Rotary thank you so much! This year I did things that I only dreamed
of doing. I rafted, I rappelled, I danced samba, I took Capoeira and
Circus classes...I traveled to more than 25 cities among them
Brasília, Lençóis, Salvador, Itacaré, Recife, Jeriquaquara, Porto
Seguro, Rio de Janeiro, Corvélia, Florianópolis, Jaraguá do Sul,
Piçarras, Camburiú, Cayon Guartela...It was a year filled with flavors
and adventures. No joke when I got on that plane I was an explorer not
knowing what to expect. In fact I had expected to be surrounded by
snow just a couple days before I embarked. Brasil was a surprise! A
pleasant one to say the least! I got to know one of the most beautiful
places in the world and one of the most joyful people that exist. I
matured a lot! When I arrived I was an anxious, nervous and insecure
girl. The woman that retunes is one filled with confidence in herself;
one that knows her strengths and weaknesses.
I was lucky enough to live with 5 incredible families, each one
different and special. A rocker brother, an Italian grandma, a
skydiving dad, some crazy uncles, and some chef moms that made me gain
a couple pounds (I will roll back to the U.S.). My families weren’t
always easy to get along with in fact they were the most complex and
complicated part of it all. But from each one I learned! I thank them
for opening their house to a stranger, who eventually became family. I
thank the ones that not only opened their houses but their hearts. I
offer my sincerest apology if I ever hurt them or made them worry.
In Brazil I learned to be a good friend without expecting anything in
return; and the importance of loyalty and sincerity in a person. That
the right thing to do can also be the hardest thing to do and the most
important. I meet not just Brazilians but people from all over. And I
learned that even though we come from different parts of the world.
Even though we laugh at different jokes, we eat different foods; we
have different costumes, in the end we are all the same. We all laugh,
we all cry, we all love, and we all feel saudades (home sick),
sauldades that are killing me right now. As I leave Brazil my heart
will leave fragmented, because I will leave a piece with each person I
meet. Brazil became my home and I will forever carry the memory of her
on me. When home sickness is too much I will look at those pictures, I
will listen to those songs, I will call, I could even come back, but I
know it won’t be the same.
To the exchangers:
one by one we left, left our hearts in the same place
will be impossible to forget all the memories we made
Although we may see each other again we all know it won’t be the same
we keep thinking time will never change
we keep thinking things will be the same
time is running out
you better blurt it out
As the captain announced we were landing my anxiety grew. Almost like
when I arrived in Brazil. After I picked up my bags I didn’t know what
to expect. I ran to the exit and found my mom, dad, Tommy and my
brother with a bouquet of flowers and balloons standing there. When I
see little Tommy wiggle his tail, I speed up to meet them and all my
bags fall off the cart, but its ok I’m finally home… The first thing I
say after I hug them is “where should I start the tattoo or the
piercing”. Their face immediately dropped, so funny! By the way Mr. Al
Kalter I was just kidding it’s a henna tattoo. As we went to the car I
felt the Florida air fill me, and the humidity stick to me. I had
forgotten what it felt like to swim on air.
I woke up the day after completely disoriented; I realized it wasn’t a
nightmare nor a dream. This is my bed, my blanket; I can finally say
my parents, my room, my computer…it’s so great having my family and
friends back, because I know that no matter what I do they will always
be there for me! As unconditional as always! It’s funny how distance
can bring people together. I really appreciate what I have so much
more now. I feel closer to my parents, and my friends. We have a
year’s worth of stories to catch up on. Stories that are hard to
explain; its kind of like explaining color to a blind person or music
to a deft.
When I left I was partly running away form everything and putting it
away in drawer that I would only open after a year. …it feels like
everything is the same but me. I was so surprised how it all went back
to what it used to be. Some things are the same. My dad still stays up
watching old music videos on Saturdays. My brother and I still fight.
My friends still wake me up on Sunday mornings.
What has changed is my nationality. When I try speaking Spanish it
turns into Portuguese. I went to la Covacha the other day with some
friends, and every time I tried dancing salsa it turned into samba.
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Coming back to school was different
from the fist time. 7 months have passed by; we are no longer the new
puppy. Things are no longer new but familiar; however, I’m still am
love with the glittering Igapos, the trees, flowers, the people and
the dances!
February 13
In this exchange, I wanted an independence from the people I love and
very often depend on. I do not want to depend on friends and family to
feel secure or happy but as I found out location does not solve the
problem. I still feel like I need them. At first, I thought I had
resolved the issue by keeping myself busy, and surrounded by people.
But as I’ve come to realized no matter how surrounded by people you
are you can still feel lonely. I craved a friend but not just those
you see in a nightclub or meet in school. Those who are unconditional,
real, loving and fun, my Jo Jo and Kell.
The 150 Reais dance
I went to a nightclub with some friends. I was completely lost in the
light, smoke and music. I felt like in a cloud, just feeling the beat,
moving with my eyes closed. when all of the sudden I opened my eyes
and Gravity brings me down from the cloud I was in and back to reality
when I notice my purse, money and the 3 cell phones I was carrying for
my friends are gone. I talked to the police and security, which told
me a couple had given them a bag and left. I guess they did not like
the bag or the M&M jar in the bag because that is the only thing they
left in it. Thank god that they did not take the chocolate because
that is where I always carry my thick money.
Too much has happened to write it all out! But in summary it can be
reduced to one word-Carnaval! I went to Floripa with some exchangers;
it was about 8 hours away in a mini bus. We danced in the bus, talked
and listened to the Mexicans’s regetton the whole way. The first night
we went out and walked around town, and listened to some local bands
that were playing. When we get back to the apartment, I find out, I
was assigned a baby bed.
Day 2
We go to the beach near the hotel. The water is freezing and I buy the
most elaborate piña colada to warm me up. We then go to a fantasy
street parade, in which it is tradition for guys to dress like girls.
I helped the guys from our group put on thick horrish make up. They
looked like body building cracked hookers with short skirts…
Afterwards we went to a Carnaval block parade. They had drummers
dressed in white, dancers and even tall figurets. I imitated the
dancers, jumped, and turned until the end of the parade. It was
raining; people were throwing foam everywhere, kissing, and hugging.
We danced in front of the cars and were held back. It could not have
been anymore chaotically perfect.
Day 3
We went to Joaquin beach. I drake some açai, got sun burned, claimed
rocks, and broke my camera. We did some sand boarding in the famous
Joaquin dunes. I fell a million times and swallowed too much sand.
Later that night we went to Circuit (a hip-pop club) in which Ja-rule
was presenting. Back in the hotel one girl tried to jump the fence and
cut her foot, which led to Marcela (supervisor) locking the door to
prevent any further attempts of escape. I was taking a shower on the
room next door and was consequently locked out mo my own room. I
knocked for a while with no response, and had to I slept outside.
Day 4
One of the guys from the group flashed someone thou the window of the
van. Back in the U.S. this would have been taken as a joke but the
locals took it very severely and wanted to beat them up. I now
understand why we had security with us. Our guide told us a week
before Carnaval he saw a man shot on the beach. It takes seconds to
take away years of a life. Nothing happed to us but it makes you
realize how danger is everywhere, and how cultural mistakes can be
severely punished. Be careful future exchangers J… we went to another
drum parade, and then went swimming in the –3 degree ocean water. We
then made a campfire outside and fell asleep.
Day 5
I slept 3 hours last night and woke up just in time for the goodbye
bbq. We got to Londrina in the early morning, and the next day went to
the rotary orientation camp in Rolandia. It was amazing! We swam
during the day and at night stayed up playing the guitar and singing.
We did everything but sleep. This month has been completely sleepless.
Quncianhera!
In Brazil a girl, turning 15 is a big deal! Just think of prom
multiplied by 8. I was invited to my friend, Heloise’s 15-birthday
party. She looked so beautiful. She performed as samba routine and had
the most beautiful dresses. Yes dresses; an opening dress, a waltz
dress, and a party dress! Every inch of the room was decorated with
purple and white flowers! Everything was meticulously planed out. She
even made the waffle station waiters dress like mini mouse.
In the neighborhood
My best friend is my 64-year-old Buddhist neighbor. She was born in
the Philadelphia but lives part time in Brazil with her son and
daughter in law. She tells me stories of her crazy life and I ask her
for advice with mine. Every time I visit her, I am bombarded by her
three extreme grandkids. Last time I went there the kids wanted to
play horse on the trampoline and guess who they want to be the horse,
me of course!
Two-week family
I went to koala karaoke with my host brother last night. I sang
horribly, but what are karaokes for if not that. I moved families 2
days ago and I love having older siblings. One turns 22 today and is a
rock star from head to toe. My older sis is 25; she is so easy to talk
to! The one I went to sing the karaoke with is Jr, he is 19 years old
and is studding to be a veterinarian. He wears cowboy boots in the
middle of the summer and has a unique careless personality that I love
about him! My host dad works with bikes and is studying to become a
parapenting instructor. My host mom, Donha Rosita is a house-wife, and
loves cooking. Although she has a maid she insists in doing most by
herself…I love them all!
College chuhascos
My brother invited me to a university party with him. Each course
hosts a party once a year. They usually have from 500 to 2,000 people,
and are held in farms. I lost my brother with all the people. It is so
cool how I can just go anywhere and meet people I know, in a city of
500,000 its nice being able to do that. At the end I meet up with him
at bar. When we were leaving we found out we had to pay cover. My
brother had a spat with the doorman about the cover so they called a
lawyer and the police. 2 hours later, we left with out paying cover.
We went to the police station to place a statement but the computer
was broken. This circus night made me realize that some things never
change regardless of which country you’re in. People are people no
matter where you go; they all have a certain degree of pride that
blinds at times and lawyers will always be there in those moments.
Uni
My host sister invited me to go to a University class with her. Here
University is free in government schools, which are considered better
then privet schools. The Law and Medicine department get the majority
of the resources; the other buildings don’t even get air
conditioning…There are people who go to the school just to listen to
the classes. I want to attend the music classes here, so I went to
talk to the person in charge. I take a number and decide to go to the
bathroom while I am waiting, and once again, I am stuck in it. THE
DOOR is stuck and I have to climb over it. I am afraid to jump because
the bathroom door is too high so I scream for about 15 minutes when
someone finally comes to help me. I missed my number and had a hard
time explaining why. What a way to make a first impression.
Party at Pipinelas
I went to Pipinelas (republica) it’s a huge and completely trashed
college house. The pool is green and looks like it would give you a
disease if you were to go in it. They were rolling barrels down a hill
with people inside them. As if I did not already know the people here
were crazy, this girl comes up to me wanting to argue against
capitalism and telling how horrible American wasteful consumption was.
As if she was not enough, everyone I mentioned to that I was born in
Colombia would want to talk to me about either drugs or FARC. I got
tired of it fast! After playing some pool and loosing a couple times,
I went home.
Moving families again.
The family I was in was not scheduled by rotary, they were presented
to me by my rotary family and invited me to stay with them for a
couple weeks. Some of the best weeks of this exchange. The new family
seems nice but I am anxious and scared! I went to eat lunch with them
and was completely intimidated by my host dad, Zamba. He’s a chemistry
teacher with the peril of Shaquille O’Neal and huge magnifying glasses
that make his eyes look even more critical then they already are. As
soon as the topic of going out came up, he started getting irritated.
I think my host brother from the second family; Eduardo who is the
best friend with my new host brother did me one last favor and told
them his perspectives of me.
Exop
Exposition, is an agrarian fair held in Londrina. It is one of the
biggest in South America! It’s 2 weeks of concerts, rodeio, and cows!
Sertenegio ( Brazilian country) is the music exploding out of cars
during this time of the year, and cow boy hats are worn even at night
when there is no sun. The whole city floods there to walk around, eat,
go to the amusement park, and buy all kinds of leather products. I
went to almost all the shows and to one rodeo. About the rodeio; let’s
just say PEATA would be indignated. Its something I have never seen
before. The tying little cows up event seemed pretty cruel; I did
however, love seen the horses jump to a start in the barrel event and
the clowns run away form the bulls after the rider falls... I saw the
Victor e Leo, Fernando Sarocaba, and Joan Bosco e Vinicious shows; all
Sertenegio couples, and all attended by couples only and me of course.
The concerts are held in a giant arena and the rule of thumb is let in
as many in as can fit. The only concert not attended by in-love
couples and country loving people is NXY0; they are infamous for their
emotional fans. It was quite the opposite of what I had been seen all
week, instead of cowboy boots and big bleats everyone was wearing
black! Its as if the had requested a uniform to attend the concert.
Unfortunately I wasn’t warned about this and you could probably be see
me from the stage like a white poka-dot. Which I think is the reason
one of the artist threw a CD in my direction. I was almost killed for
it; I only realized the cd had fallen in my hands when I felt ten
big-bodied fanatic women jumping me.
Easter
I have 2 new hobbies this time of the year! Chocolates and sleeping.
We came to visit my extended family in Corbelia, a 1,600 inhabitant
city. Everyone already knew i was coming and where I was from. I have
literately crazy uncles! One of them is deft and tried to read my
hand. The other one is bipolar and gets mad when it doesn’t rain. I
find a lot charm in this small town. I love it how everyone knows
everyone. I don’t like it how they try and treat me special, when all
I want is to be one of them.
People are very religious in this town and attending mass on Sundays
is one of their main priories. Because it’s Easter they go every day!
The mass lasts from 2-3 hours. I can’t understand a word the priest
says because he looks mortally ill and sings every word. it is really
hard to stay awake! I have gone to Catholic Church here more than I
have in a year worth of time in the U.S. Everyone at church today went
up to kiss the Christ figure. That means that the whole town’s saliva
was going to be on that Christ. I wasn’t to enthusiastic about doing
that but I didn’t want to be disrespectful.
Age levels and sexes have distinct roles and are treated differently.
In the U.S. the young sit with the old and vice versa, here the young
sit separately in another table or on the other side of the table.
Women are expected to be the ones who clean the dishes, cook, and pick
up the plates. Something I’m not to enthusiastic about either, but
it’s within their interpretation of Christian values.
April 13 terrifying!
I have 3 months left. 3 months to get ready for what awaits me when I
come back. 3 months to do all I have ever wanted to do in Brazil. 3
months to say goodbye. Because although I may come back it will never
be the same. Right now life is good my only job is having fun and
meeting people. This makes me even more anxious about what awaits me.
College, SATs, a job… in more then one way this year was an escape for
me. An escape from my family problems and a stressful senior year; one
more year to think about the present and forget the future; however,
eventually I have to go back to face it all.
The kind of days I’ll miss
I went to my friend’s house and got completely lost on the way. Yes I
will never know Londrina enough not lost. However, with my luck, I not
only get lost but it starts thundering as well. I got there soken wet
but it didn’t matter cause we were going swimming anyways. We spent
the day eating chocolates from ester and cheese with crackers. I walk
home, and start petting my friends dog that was on the street. I meet
her brother who invites me to a birthday party. After the birthday, I
go with my fiend’s bro to go watch a Sao Paulo game. I learn some Sao
Paulo songs and I talk and chill with his friends a while.
April 17
I was going to go to a friend’s birthday but could not find a ride.
Rides are probably an exchange student’s biggest problem. My friends
host parents always take them and sometimes they give me a ride as
well but my parents never do. Which leaves me by foot during the day
and at night it leaves me to try a variety of alternative cheap
methods of transportation, ranging from the motor-taxi to the roof
bus… my sister is having a little bbq in the condominium with about 5
of her friends, since I couldn’t find a ride I decide to stay. I leave
my purse with them and go look for a jacket, when I come back it is
gone. I called my cell but it is turned off. It was basically stolen
within the house, inside the condominium, Inside the electrified walls
with security guard walking around every 30 minutes!
I was invited to a Weeding.
It wasn’t fancy but it was filled with love. The flowers were made
with paper and the cake was fake (just for decoration). However, none
of this matters! It was not like one of those fake weddings you see in
Bridezilla that take millions to build, and fall apart 2 months later.
Like in every weeding there was delicious food, a flaying bouquet, and
like always a drunken great uncle asking everyone out to dance. There
was however, a new tradition I have never seen. They cut up the grooms
tie into little pieces and went form table to table making noise with
coke bottles and silverware forcing the men from the weeding party to
pay for the tie scraps.
2 day District conference
opening dinner
I was on my way out of the house when I get a smiley face with a
birthday hat, from my dad on msn. I imidetly respond, “dad it’s not my
birthday and your birthday is tomorrow.” He responds, “No honey its
today. I had planed to write letter telling him how much he means to
me and wishing him 50 more years but instead I gave him a quick
birthday wish and left for rotary. This weekend is the annual district
conference and I have to sing for them; I’ve been so stressed that I
forgot about my dad’s birthday. All the exchange students from the
district stayed in a posada to attend the meetings...The opening diner
was beautifully decorated with the most exotic flowers draping from
glass bases. There were people form all over the district dressed with
their fancy dresses and elaborate suits. Even the exchanges dressed
up. I loved seen all the guys who I’m used to seen in shorts and plip-flops
with ties on. The food was delicious and so was the white wine. We
then went back to the posada to “sleep”.
talent show
Having slept an hour, we wake up to practice for the talent show.
Everyone has everything together. The Indian dances and Latin ones are
amazing. Two people even wrote a song dedicated to the exchange year!
i was singing amazing grace and was still not sure about the music. So
after drinking a jar of honey warmed up my voice and went to the
rotary place. we nervosly waited 5 hours for it to start. When it came
time for the show, I spilled something on my white dress and had to go
home to clean it. I made it just in time. When they called my name, I
had just gotten there. I rushed to the stage and can’t remember the
lyrics; I start trembling and move one leg so it stops shaking but
then the other one starts shaking. It has been 7 months since I sang
in public and I am terrified. So I just close my eyes and sing it to
god. It’s such an inspiring song! Before I notice it’s done everyone
stands up to applaud. What a rush. Afterwards we go to the posada
again for another sleepless night.
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Finally they are done!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve grown to appreciate my computer, washer, dryer and dish washer
back home so much! Back home I didn’t have a maid that came in twice a
week but I still did less work. It would take a maximum of 10 minutes
to get your cloths from the washer to the dryer and out. Here you have
to pour the water in to the machine manually, twist and drain the
cloths manually, get the water out of the machine with pot, put up a
string to hang the cloths on (hopeing that the dog won’t pull them
down), then wait until the sun dries them and then pass the cloths
with Iron. Back home I had a computer that didn’t die every hour and
wouldn’t take 30 minutes to send a document; most importantly I could
use it when ever I wanted. Here although there is a brand new
computer, I’m not allowed to use it because it’s my host brothers,
which means I get stuck using the 1999 model... Sure if you’re going
to bring a laptop to talk to your friends back home 24/7 it’s going to
handicap you with both the language and culture. But if you’re going
to bring a laptop to facilitate writing and sending journal to Mr. Al
or to keep tack of your pictures (so that your host brother doesn’t
delete them), talk to your Brazilian friends (phones are so expensive
here) and let your mom know your alive than it can be rather useful.
November 29th
I had five different invitations to go out today, and I found out
although you can’t always please everyone, you’ve got to learn to
please yourself! I was the first girl to be picked up for the BBQ and
still had to wait one hour for the guys to arrive. And if you think
Brazilian guys are tardy, wait till you hear about the girls. I waited
1 hour and half with my guy friends for the girls to get ready. I was
so mad; I could have gone to the other 2 chuhascos and back in that
time. I think its karma; in the U.S. people would always tell me
things started 2 hours before they really did, so I would make it in
time. Never again am I going to be late. I now see how rude and
disrespectful it is to have someone waiting for you. After the
chuhasco I had three options. Go to Vega which was playing Latin music
that night. Go to Emporio, (techno) with my neighbor, or go to a dance
with my friend. Although I wanted to go to Vega I had promised my
friend to go to the dance. After 2 hours I wanted to leave but ended
up staying for my friends’ sake. Never again!
November 31st Religion
I’ve gone to 2 different types of churches in Brazil. I‘ve went to a
catholic one and an evangelical one. I was baptized and confirmed as a
catholic but I really don’t agree 100 percent with the catholic
doctrine. I’m catholic more because of tradition than believe. Tell
you the truth the catholic churches I’ve gone to in the U.S. seem to
loose the sense of celebration with so much ritual ( so much getting
up and sitting down makes u think “what I’m I doing at a gym so early
in the morning”). My family in the U.S. doesn’t really go to church
that often. My Brazilian family goes every Sunday. Brasil is known as
the most catholic county in world after the Vatican.
For the longest time I didn’t believe in anything, but one day my
friend invited me to her youth group and I felt something I had never
felt before. It was magical, I can’t really explain it but since then
I’ve fully believed in the big three. People tell u faith is something
which can not be seen or explained but is believed in anyways. This to
me sounded like insanity. To me faith is something which I can see and
I can feel. I can see it when the sun rises onto the Brazilian sky and
gives u the most wonderful sense of warmth. People who don’t believe
in miracles must have never seen baby or a flower grow out of dirt… so
in my quest to get a little bit closer to god during my exchange I’ve
been reading the bible almost everyday. But unfortunately I don’t get
very far before I fall asleep. Men, sleep is my worst enemy when it
comes to spiritual stuff. As a matter of fact when I went to the
evangelical church I ended up falling asleep a little. It was very
different from what I’m used to. It was very energetic to say the
least. The thing is that I had gone out till 4 AM that day so it was
hard to stay awake. Not that it was boring or anything, I was just
really tired. So I closed my eyes and faded away for 5 minutes I was
woken up by a woman yelling in tongs (according to my host mom the
only language the devil can’t understand, it creped me out a bit). The
worst part of it all is that they recorded me sleeping and put me up
on the big screen. So embarrassing! Not something I’m proud of, but
when sleeps got you, it doesn’t let go.
Dec 1st
I’m so excited about Christmas! I’ve thought so much about what I’m
going to get my friends and family. So far I got Nicolaj a shirt that
says run NICO run and my host mom is stating her last year of college
next year so I got her some aromatic oils to relax. I wish I could
work here, I could buy better gifts.
December 2-14 Oh Brother
My host brother hid my junk drive. He seems to get more jealous
everyday. I never thought it would be so hard to become friends with a
14 year old boy! I’ve never felt so hated. He won’t even shake my hand
at church. I asked him “what have I done, why are you so mean to me”
and he answered “you were born.” I understand that he is a teenager
and that he openly dislikes Americans, but I don’t understand how he
can be so cruel. I was downloading pictures and he took the cable away
in the middle of the process so that all my photos would be deleted.
The way he talks to me is the worst part. I told him he needs to
respect me even if he doesn’t like me. But he just said "this is my
house and I treat you like I want to." He is so mean that he would be
kicked out of hell.
On the other hand did I mention how much I love my host mom! We make a
perfect duplet! We dance and sing in the kitchen while making lunch,
and chat all afternoon.
I was traveling form the 15th of December to the 7th of February and
had no access to a computer. This means I was forced to put the
diaries on hold. I’m very sorry about that Mr. Roy and Mr. Al Kalter.
I hand wrote them and then passed them on to the computer when I got
back.
Santa Catarina
December 15th my host parents and I drove for 8 hours to reach Jaragua
do Sul, Santa Catarina. I spent the time in the car singing ABBA with
my host mom, teaching them American jokes (which they didn’t get),
learning to pray in Portuguese, playing memory games, eating
chocolate, and sleeping. The city is about two thirds of the size of
Londrina. It is surrounded by mountains and has the ocean near by. It
has a very strong German and Italian influence which is clearly
visible in the arquitecture and people. My Brazilian family originated
from this city. They came from very humble beginnings. My host dad’s
families were subsistence farmers and my host mom’s dad was a taxi
driver. There friends and family treated me like family from the
beginning. The comadre (Mariana’s godmother) thought me how to make
bread, (this is a huge accomplishment from the girl that couldn’t make
an egg before Brazil).The only thing that makes me uncomfortable is
that they all think I’m rich. Some ask me questions about what car I
drive how much money my parents give me…
Culture
Men are not expected to help clean or organize anything. My host
brother and host cousins leave the plates behind and go play video
games while I stay behind and clean them. They told me that’s what
Mariana (my host sister in Mexico) used to do.
Dec 19
So I think I might have learned how to handle my host brother’s
jealousy. When were in a group of people and I see his face turning
green I start complimenting him and move the attention form me to him.
If he starts arguing or fighting with me I just start talking about
football rivalries.
Dec. 22
I saw the last two games of the futisal championship! I was talking to
these guys from Sao Paulo who came to attend the game. They told me
that I was very sweet and that they thought Americans were arrogant
before they meet me. I later found out that the guys I was talking to
were very famous football players from Basil. I was 1 feet away from
the best futisal player in the world, falcon.
We drove from Jaragua to the beach house in Pisarras something which
required that I be in the car with Eduardo for about one hour and a
half, it was the longest one hour and a half of my life. Eduardo
taught me a lot! A lot of anger management! If I didn’t believe in
spanking your children I do know!!!
Piçarras
I have just finished drinking two coconut waters. I’m writing directly
form Piçarras Beach, where my host family owns a small wooden
town-house. There is no Internet, no T.V., and I have a gecko as a
roommate. The first night I slept under covers terrified it would land
on my face but then I just got used the idea of him not being able to
get out. Its not too bad, he helps get rid of the mosquitoes which
judging by the fifty bits I counted are aware that the dollar is high.
It’s very relaxed around here. I stay up playing Baralio (card game)
with my host mom all night, sleep till 12, eat, and go to the beach.
Interior
We went to visit my host dads family and friends in the country side.
They are so welcoming; always greeting you with a warm hug and a new
line of carbohydrates for you to try. I visited a chicken farm and
meet a 6 year old (who was fascinated with my camera he made me take
20 pictures of him. The kid is destined to be a model.) I meet my
incredible great aunt. Just by looking at her hands you can see the
story of the work they’ve done; raising children, taking care of the
chickens, the house, the cow, washing the cloths, the cooking with no
electricity…
In this area of Brazil it is very rare to find an eighteen year old
girl that is single. I meet a girl that is nineteen and already has a
two year old kid. Every time I mention I don’t have a boyfriend the
who has the best looking son contest begins.
Back to Jaragua do Sul
I’m staying at my grandmas in a 3 bedreoom house with eight other
people. It’s hard finding privacy to read or write. I sleep in a room
with the Nona (grandma), a 13 year old and a small pincher dog that
comes in to wake me up in the morning.
I can’t remember a Christmas with this weather. We prayed the novena
and they passed a glass of holy water for everyone to drink out of.
Then we went to my uncles house for diner; ate a German potato salad
with pickles, Manhoca (a fried root, native to South America), and
meat. We than sang regional music until mid-night and went back to
Nona’s. I was woken up by what sounded like my aunt and uncle arguing
in Italian and a kid telling me what Santa brought him. Still half
asleep I watched picante film with my host mo m and aunt. It was an
action suspense-sexy film to say the least. Talk about new traditions
Christmas day. Just before the end when the protagonist was about to
be caught with her lover in the office the film stopped. We then ate
lunch in a long wooden table that could fit at least 15 people. My
host family’s Italian heritage is easily noticed. So many people, so
much food, so much noise, so Italian. Nona kept putting food on my
plate something which greatly reminded me of my real grandma who cooks
for twenty even if just one person is coming over. These sage older
woman use guilt to get you fatter and fatter each day. But seriously I
couldn’t swallow anymore food so I secretly gave the Picher dog (vigia,
guard dog) a little Christmas present… My cloths smell like chuhasco,
they cooked the meat right next to where they were drying… I spent the
rest of the day watching Chapolin Colorado (an old Mexican comedy
series that is tradition to all Latin peoples). It’s really weird
watching it in Portuguese. At night we went to a Christmas dance where
they played German folk music all night long! I managed to pull my
family out to the dance floor where we created a spinning circle and
innovated a new genre of dance moves that could compete with The 80s
Egyptian Walk anytime.
Camburu
The coolest city for just turned eighteen year olds thus far. It’s
about thirty minutes to one hour away from the beach house in Piçarras.
So how did I get there? I was walking on the beach and I asked two
girls (Talita and her cousin) and a guy where I could rent an
umbrella. They invited me to seat with them, and after talking to them
for a while I discover that the guy is my host dad god son. Despite
them being five years older I ended up becoming good friends with
them. Talita just got out of a bad relationship and needed to party so
I suggested we go out. The lines to get in a night club in Camburu are
insane. One night we waited 2 hours for an opening and didn’t go in.
It was a fiasco but I meet this really cool girl that lives in
Piçarras, who would later on be my ride home in New Years.
Jan 30th
Today my host brother had another huge tantrum, and I decided that I
can’t take the yelling, lying, aggressive, immature, spoiled,
disrespectful fourteen year old boy anymore! He pushing me and
throwing something at me is the limit. I will not tolerate it. I was
so mad that I ran away to the beach and swam as far and as fast as I
could for an hour straight! I pounded the water as if it were a
punching bag and I were fighting Mohamed Ali. I used to be so tolerant
but now I’m easily irritated just by hearing the way he talks to his
parents. His pride and lack of self esteem causes him to be a smart
alec. If he doesn’t know he’ll make it up but he must always
contradict me. He would argue with the pope. It’s true you can’t have
it all. Every rose has its thorn. The perfect host parents had to have
one too. My host mom is so sweet, caring, and fun. She’s becoming my
best friend. She confides in me like I do in her. We dance, sing, and
take silly pictures. My host dad is intelligent, wise, and knows how
to fix problems with incredible ease; his reasonable and I admire his
humbleness. I feel like part of the family I know all the family
issues and embarrassing stories, but I don’t want to be involved in
the conflicts.
Later that day I went to the comadres (godmother) birthday party at
her daughter’s farm. Which aside form all the mosquitoes is beautiful.
They have a lake with fish and turtles, a cow named Esmeralda, an
extremely tall Mayoca root trees, the most beautiful grey and back cat
that resembles a leopard, and three Labradors. I feel such peace
there.
31-1st of Jan
What a night! As if it was planed by god. Having fought with my
brother I was not in the mood for family time. Talita invited me to
Caburu to spend new years with some of her friends. It was like a
dream. I found myself on the beach, drinking champagne, watching the
fire works as I counted down the New Year. I jumped seven waves and
asked seven wishes to Mananja (Nossa Sehnora, goddess of the sea in
Candomble.). The first hour of the New Year we walked the streets
which were filled with young people dressed in white. Out of complete
and remote coincidence I found 5 of my good guy friends from Londrina
there. What a small world. We went back to Piçarras at 2 AM; which is
too early to go home on a New Years, so I asked Talita to drop me off
at Vale High (located conveniently on the beach that leads to my
house; it is the biggest night club in the city) I was going to try
and find the friend I meet the nightclub fiasco day. It was 3 and I
didn’t find the friends I was looking for till the end of the night
but I found my Argentinean friends ( who I also meet on the beach when
I found out their father is a bolero singer)... At 6 AM I saw a
penguin on the beach and started talking to the girl standing next to
me about what I was seeing. When I mention I was an exchange student
she told me her friend had just meet an exchange student a couple days
ago, (and guess who that was). So I finally meet the girl who invited
me there. She took me home, where I eat lentelias for good luck and
went treasure hunting with my host mom. Graci (my host mom) told me I
would find a lot of the things on the beach the 1st day of the year. I
found 2 shells and baby spoon. The kids that collect the bottles had
already passed.
Jan 6th The Northeast Dream Trip Begins
10 pm
The last 2 days have been chaotic. I got another horrible hair cut and
the most painful roll on bikini wax. Once again I managed to fit a
million things in one bag. I’m on my way to Sao Paulo to embark in a
one month long trip along the coast of Brazil.
11 pm
Nossa (omg)! All men are the same! None of them have clean intentions.
Because I’m going to be setting next to this guy for 7 hours I decided
to talk to him a little. I just asked his name and where he was from;
when all of the sudden this 23 year old playboy starts hitting on me
with the most ridiculous line . I just said “it’s so cold” and he
responded “do you want me to warm you up” and leans in for a kiss.
Because he had told me he was religious, I told him I was thinking
about becoming a nun so I could sleep in peace.
6 am
I waited 1 hour for Belo Brasil Tours to finally aparet and then took
a taxi to the hotel.
Jan 8thth Brasilia, a symbol of modernity
Build by Juscelino Kubitschek 37 years ago it is the newest capital of
any country. 60 thousand men helped make of Oscar Niemeyer’s buildings
a reality. It is shaped like an air plane. In between the wings you
will find the ministries, the Palacio Dos Arcos, The Underground
Cathedral, and The National Theater all with Pao Brasil trees at their
sides. We got the chance to visit the awing National Congress and the
Templo de Boa Vontade (the Temple of Good Faith), which is shaped as
heptagon (to symbolize all the chakras). It contains a 40 centimeter
crystal on the top. This temple remained me of my Tio Mario y Maria
and their believe of all religions being deferent ways to get to the
same place. The Temple has no declared religion but a lot of leaders
(Jesus, Buda, Mohammad…).Although I don’t necessarily agree, to me it
is a definite sign of the Candangos (Brazilians from the capital)
modernity that different religions can worship, meditate together
under one roof.
Jan 9th
After a 20 hour bus ride, (something which I never thought I would be
able to survive) we arrived at this comfy, charming posada which we
couldn’t access by bus. We had to take mini vans to get there.
Jan 10th Lençois
We went to a natural scorregador slid on the mineral rocks and fell
into a pool created by a waterfall. The water is icy and dark because
of the diluted leaves. We hiked till the birth of the water fall,
crossed a river and walked thru rock tunnels formed by sharp and vast
rocks. It felt as if every stop was the final destination. I saw the
most panoramic view of the Paraguaçu River running on the pink rocks
until it diapered from sight into the town. We eat lunch in the
historic, colorful, and uneven town of 4 thousand people. I and a
couple others gave up pizza for what looked like digested,
unappetizing, god know what typical food. After I mustard the courage
to try it I found out it was good tasting fish with some sort of
veggies or potato, (still not sure).
Jan 11
Went to a cave! I have to confess I was scared I would have a panic
attack. That feeling of being locked away in the dark scares me more
than sky diving. I was in there for more than an hour, I felt so glad
I forced myself to go in. Nature is truly the best artist. Some of the
calcium formations get mixed with iron and make beautiful reddish
sculptures.
We then walked to the top of the Pai Inacio Morro. Once on top the
guides told us the story of a general’s wife that falls in love with a
slave, Inacio. When the general finds out Inacio takes refuge in a
Chapada Diamantine. The general looks for him everywhere and finally
corners him and asks that he turn him self in. Inacio responds, "I
would rather give myself to nature" and jumps off. Our guide jumps off
as he says the last words of the story, leaving everyone in shock. It
is believed that just as our guide managed to land on the rock
platform surrounding the mountain so did Pai Inacio (his body was
never found).
We had a Capoeria presentation waiting for us back in the hotel. My
roommates accidentally lock me in my room for the first 5 minutes of
it. At the end I try taking a picture with this insanely good and
Capoerista dwarf. When all of the sudden I feel his little daring hand
trying to grab my ass. Can you believe that!
We stayed up playing murder (card game), and talking. One of the
Germans taught me how to jump start.
Jan 12 Salvador,
We arrive on Prai do Forte to visit Projecto Tamar- which protects and
educates the public on marine turtles. Afterwards we got a chance to
walk around and see the artesian.
Jan 13 Historical City of Salvador
We had to take an elevator to reach the older part of the city where
the fist medical school was founded and where one most beautiful
churches in the world is located according to travel channel. It
contained 1 ton of gold which along with me threatened to melt with
the heat. I got really sick that day. I fell 3 times and vomited.
Jan 14th
Because of having felt sick the day before, I was unfortunately not
allowed to go on the boat trip to Ilha dos Frades. I felt more angry
than sick. I hate missing out!
Jan 15
I’ve spent 17 hours on bus and swear I could write a manual on all the
different sleeping position one can try to sleep in a bus.
Jan 16 Recife, the shark attack capital of Brazil and the capital of
Pernambuco
The beach is surrounded by a reef which allows people to swim safely
when the tide is low. The city has a strong influence from the Dutch
which claimed it as theirs for some years. We visited a prison which
has been transformed into a market. The market has a mural depicting
the two major revolutions which took place in Brazil; the breaking
away from Portugal and the Northeast’s Civil war (they wanted to break
away from the rest of Brazil because they were the ones that produced
the grand majority of money and felt like they were carrying the rest
of the country on their back).
Jan 17 Proto Das Galihns (chicken port) -Recife
In antiquity the port was know as Porto Rico, because of the Pau
Brasil (Used by the aristocrats to dye cloths) production. In the
XVIII Century after the Princes of Portugal liberated the slaves, the
boats trafficked the Africans by hiding them in the lowest level and
displaying chickens on top. "The chickens are here" became code and
soon the port took it as a name.
The beach was occupied on every inch. When we finally found a place to
sit sells men started trying to sell us jewelry, food, pina coladas…
they were willing to get you anything you asked for. We went on this
Jangadas (native boats that barely scarp the surface) to acces the
reefs which were hard to walk on because they were full of stabbing
sea urchins. I lost my shoes with the waves and got a little
distracted fallowing the fish. When I put my head above water I had
lost the group.
The Hotel had a pool on the top floor and a border balcony which I
feel in love with. I sat there for hours looking at the ocean. I
really wish I would have brought my recorder. I feel so inspired.
Music is pouring out of me and I have no way of saving it.
My neighbors in the hotel were supermodels that were competing to win
Minina Fantastica. I stayed up singing for them and talking.
Jan 18 Bus (onibus, busseta)
Jan 19 Fortaleza
The city’s economy is greatly based on the export of leather goods and
flowers, which are perfect for cultivation in the Sierras.
Fortalezians are famous for their sense of humor; some of Brazils best
comedians come from this region. They are a mix of Indian, African,
and European blood. The beaches are agitated, perfect for surfing. In
the Cumbuco Praia we got the chance to hose back ride. Oh how I miss
horses. I spent my lunch money on horses. I rode a mule that effused
to move. I rode one whose seat fell off as I rode. Then I rode a
potranco who had not yet been thought to stop and one whose name was
Shakira.
We went to the biggest outside artesian market in Brazil. Knowing that
they would try to take advantage of them because of their lack of
Portuguese and “gringo face” I tried to help my friends bargain.
Antioquenians (the state I was born in Colombia) are famous for
bargaining it is said we could sell ice to a polar bear.
Jan 21 Jericoacoara
I’m sitting on the top of the highest sand dune in sight. Staring into
the endless sea makes it worth the trouble it took to get here. It
started with a 9 hour bus ride and then another hour and a half in
special vehicle that is capable of traveling in the dunes. (Looking
out of the vehicles minute window one could see from donkeys, to cows
and birds).Then we walked for hours in the slippery sand and crossed a
bull field to get to the top.
We went to Mama Africa (a local boacha). It was completely empty. The
DJ was 3 hours late. I loved it anyways because they played some salsa
and even thou no one was dancing I couldn’t contain myself.
Jan 22.
I went to the beach and meet this Argentineans who insisted that I was
a famous singer. Then I saw the Norwegian guy (my friend had
introduced me to earlier) in a restaurant with some others. It turns
out they came to Brazil on a boat; they just stopped in Canada and the
Caribbean on the way. They showed me pictures of the voyage. It is
amazing!
Jan 23
We went riding buggies to a lake that would have been my dads dream
vacation. They had hammocks on the water and fried cheese. Later that
night we went to a Forro class. I lost an earring, a necklace, broke
my glasses, and was head bumped so hard I fell, and they say dancing
is a passive sport. I danced and dance and danced some more! I didn’t
seem to get tired of it. I danced until the guys that were teaching us
got tiered. At the end they were only 5 exchange students left and
they stopped playing Forro and witched to Reggae.
Jan 23 One more day on the bus
3 hours on the bus: woke up with pain on my back
7 hours on the bus: watched Forest Gump
10 hours on the bus: became an expert in card games
14 hours on the bus: made flowers form cloth
15 hours on the bus: my eyes and my bunda (buttocks) have become
permanently square.
16 hours: arrival
Jan 24 Natal
We visited the 3 kings fort and go back to the hotel to enjoy the
pool, beach, and samba band. At night a copy Beatles group
(Argentineans with a bad British accent and decent costumes) were
having a concert at the hotel. Although the tickets cost 50 Reais,
they let me go in for free.
Jan 25 Aracaju
We travel on the bus all day and stop to sleep...You get so close to
the other exchange students. I think you get closer than you would
like to. I was alone in the room and felt like sinning “I feel good ”
by James Brown in the shower. I had no idea there was a group of guys
gathered just to listen to me in the room above. So embarrassing!
Jan 27 Itacare
After traveling all day yesterday we have finally arrived in the small
but lively town. It relies heavily on fishing and tourism. It has some
really cool stores to walk around.
Jan 28
We visited about 6 different beaches in one day, walked for miles on a
mountain trail to get to some of them. Some were deserted and rocky,
others were extensive and smooth. By far these are the most beautiful
beaches I have ever seen.
Jan 30
I’m lying on a hammock in the Porto Seguro beach listening to Roberto
Carlos. This music reminds me so much of my dad. Papi te amo!
1st of February Porto Seguro
Went kayaking on the beach and visited the place where the Portuguese
first arrived 500 years ago. We visited the 1st 3 churches ever build
in Brazil. Went to a Barraca that had a dance floor, presentations and
sprinklers.
Feb. 3 Rio de Janeiro!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve dream about this city since I was eight years old. I remember
watching El Clone and falling in love with the pictures. The fist
thing I looked up when Google earth came out was Rio.
We went to visit the Maracanã one of the biggest football stadium in
the world, and got a tour of the trophies, memorabilia, and locker
rooms. I stepped where Pele stepped! Then went to where the Portuguese
royal family first arrived when running away form Napoleon. Having
arrived bald, the novel woman where not what high society Cariocans
(what people from Rio are called. Meaning literately house of the
white men in the indigenous language) expected. We passed by the tower
that Juscelin Kubitschek tied horses around to show he’d taken
control. We visited a 18th century café that is perfectly preserved
till today.
We went up to Pao de Azucar (sugar bread) using the teleferico, a
small, air-less, glass box that transports one up the mountain thou a
cable. I think I have officially gotten over claustrophobia. I did get
kind of anxious but Estefy (Miss. Mexico) helped me keep distracted by
playing some Reggeton for me. The view was totally worth it. You could
see all the bays and beaches of Rio, and the oval mountains that
resemble whole chucks of rock.
We had a samba and funky class in a gym near the Rosita flabela. I
swear I got the hang of samba for about 5 minutes and then lost it
again.
Feb. 4th
We finally got to see post card of Basil, the Christ! We took a 30
minute train up the mountain which was covered with north Atlantic
vegetation (Açai, Jaca, (which is actually from India and has to be
controlled so it doesn’t take over the native plants), Orquidias,
Bromélias, Caju, and the most gorgeous grey trees that not only have
ants living inside them but are home to the Orzo Peregisa). Once on
top the first thing I looked at was the amazing view of the city; what
was behind me got me completely by surprise when I turned around. Its
one of the most majestic and magical things I’ve seen. I will never
forget that moment!
Later that day we went to the famous beach of Ipanema (Garota de
Ipanema), where I didn’t get to take any pictures because I ripped my
top. Yes, ripped my top! There was a guy selling bikinis so I tried
one on and as I took of mine one of the sides came out of the string.
After 1 hour of failed attempts I decided to buy the one I had on
(Which didn’t fit me right and came of with the first wave), just so I
could go in the sea. We left 5 minutes later.
At night we got the chance to assist the Flamengo vs. Mosquitas in the
Maracanã. The Flamenco fans were painted from head to toe in red and
the Mosquita fans where virtually invisible. At the end of the game we
walked out of the stadium loundly singing nonsense in German. Some
people where pleased and joined us and one insulted us.
Feb 5th
We had the award giving on the bus. I won most unforgettable person
and most forgetful person. The trip had finally come to an end. Some
cried when the Londrina people got off at the bus station. We waited 8
hours for our bus which left at 9 pm to arrive. I got to Londrina at 5
am the next day and took a taxi home.
Feb 6
On one side it feels great being back home, but it feels really weird
at the same time knowing I would wake up at the same place the next
day. I was really looking forward to getting in touch with my friends
back home and my family who I haven`t talked to for a while, but the
computers are getting fixed!
Feb 9
Cant believe i survived without Internet for almost 2 months!
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21st of August
I’ve lost track of the days and time. It feels like a long vacation.
The day before yesterday I felt a little bit down, but yesterday made
up for it. After school I went home with Enrico (the outbound from
Brazil last year in my district) and his host brother, Nicolaj (the
intercambista from Denmark). We joked and laughed at every single
little thing! We poked fun at my misunderstanding with the
hair-dresser a couple days before. (Yea I forgot to write about that;
I look like a Cacatu (the Amazonian bird that inspired the Mohawk). I
went walking with 2 other exchange students, we got lost and ended up
finding a salon that would cut my hair for 3 dollars plus the 2 dollar
tip. I told the lady to cut the ends and she cut off 4-5 inches!!!!
Talk about misunderstandings.) We were later joined by another
exchange student from U.S. (Shiloh) and went to get some ice-cream. I
got Avocado (soft and creamy ice-cream flavor) and Maracuya (very
sour) the perfect combination. Note to future outbound to Brazil: try
everything at least once. You’ll have to swallow some things you don’t
like, but trust me it’s worth it when you find what’s sweet. After the
ice-cream I tried to keep up with Nicolij who sprinted to the
Portuguese class some of the outbound and I are taking. I swear,
drivers in Brazil are blind! I was so close to becoming on of those
starts on the pavement (in Medellin they paint starts on the pavement
when someone has been hit by a car). Afterwards we went to get some
juice. I always get the weirdest thing I find, and this time it paid
of. It’s made form Acerola, a fruit only found in Brazil. At the juice
place we meet up with some other people; some who were taking a
Capoeira class (martial arts disgusted with dance; originated from the
slaves in the Brazilian plantations) after; so, I and a couple others
joined. OH MY GOD! Those people are like JI Joes! It is so hard! I
then took the Bus Home with Eva (the German exchange student who told
me she knew how, but had never done it before). Although some of the
most important discoveries have been made because of disorientation
(such as Columbus’s New “India”), I didn’t want to end up asking
home-less/hippie people for directions. In times like those I always
ask my self “what’s the worst that can happen” to calm down. But at 8:
40 P.M in Londrina’s Centro I rather not. We found out way just fine,
but when I got home my host mom was a little mad. As soon as I told
her about my Capoeria class she couldn’t help but laugh.
Oh this happened a couple days ago but I thought I should write it as
prevention for future victims of culture shock. I went out to eat with
Eva’s family and I thought it was an all you eat, so I tried to get as
many new types of food as I could. It turns out they weight it! I got
2 lbs while everyone else got .5-1 lbs. I was so embarrassed.
I was invited to talk to some classrooms about my life. I felt like a
little rock star! In the breaks I’m surrounded by kids asking me
questions. They even fallow me to the restroom. It takes a lot of
energy and its hard to understand when10 people are talking to you at
the same time!
My sociology teacher gave a lesson on Iraq-gas-Bush. To the beat of
the Black Eye Peas song “where is the Love” we watched a video which
showed in great detail al the atrocities of the war. I kept hearing
two words: Americans and killers. After class I asked some friends
what the teacher was saying and they told me Americans where killers,
so I showed them my guns (arm muscles) and we laughed. Although I made
a joke out of it, it really offended me.
We were supposed to feel more independent but I only feel more
restricted. I’m tired of making plans that don’t work. Yesterday all
the exchange students went out and I couldn’t go because of
rides-permission issue. Today there was a BBQ and I couldn’t go
because of rides-permission issue. Tonight I had made another plan to
go out, but my host-mom modified it. I love my host family don’t get
me wrong, but I’m not used having someone call the house I’m going to,
to verify I’m there. I hope that with time my host mom will trust me
more! She doesn’t want met to walk at 9 pm in the condominium. Just
incase someone finds a way to cross the forest cut the eclectic fence
and jump the 5 meter wall!
Sometimes in life you’ve got to take a little risk.
I woke up today feeling as if a truck ran over me. I went to a circus
school yesterday with 2 other intercambistas! It was amazing; I
couldn’t believe the stuff those people were teaching us to do. The
warm-up alone felt like a hardcore wok-out. I tried the tissue paper
and acrobatic swing. It was so scary, I’m glad my mom wasn’t there. As
if that wasn’t enough exercise for one day; Nicolj, Siri (exchange
student from Norway)and I ran for at least 1 hour! It was very hard
for me to keep up with them. I could feel my heart pumping and my ears
started to keep the beat of my heart. they asked me a couple times if
I was okay but I lied and told them I was fine, when in actuality I
felt like I was going to faint. I really have to get in shape. My goal
is to run a marathon before I leave Brazil. When we got to my house
around 8 P.M I showed them the pool, and Nicolaj throws me in to the
ice cold pool with cloths and everything! After we swim for a little I
walk home soken wet, a little afraid of what my host mom would say.
She was a little upset. I’m very careful of respecting my host mom’s
rules, I don’t want to cross the boundaries, but sometimes you’ve got
to relax and have a little fun. You only live once.
Today I was invited to a birthday party at the mall. There was a
misunderstanding; I understood 2 when it started at 7. I get there,
and walk around a little, and I end up meeting this girl who was an
exchange student to Australia, she introduces me to her friends who
are all studying to be veterinarians and are waiting for their class
to start at 4. We joked, talked and eat chocolate for about 2 hours.
After they leave I try to take a bus home, but found the wrong one.
When I discover I’m on my way to another city I get off and go back to
the mall. For the second time in a row Enjico appears out of tin air
and helps me. It turns out his dad has a pizzeria at the mall, so I
spend the next 3 hours talking with him. By now it is 7 and I meet my
friends for the birthday party.
On my way home
I’m standing on a bus holding on to the pole for dear life. Watching
spring blossom out of the window. The most beautiful rose pink flower
tree fades away as the bus speeds down the hill. Now were passing the
lakes, there’s one to the left and right. As the sun starts setting
people come out to run around the lakes and drink coconut water and
caña juice. The coconut water is cold, smooth, soothing and sweet; I
love it! I’m almost home which means its time to start running up the
hill, because I have a curfew of 7 pm. Once I’m past the forest I’ve
arrived at the condo.
Getting there is half the fun
Oiii, I’m sitting outside watching the flower trees dancing with
the wind, and I’m thinking about all that’s happened this weekend.
Friday I went out to Escritorio (night-club) I was there for about 4
hours and for about 6 I was trying to figure out how to get there.
After school I asked Carol (host mom) to drop me off at Shiloh’s
house, so that from there we could go to Siri’s house and get ready to
go out. Planning doesn’t always work out; sometimes you have to
improvise. My host mom didn’t know where Shiloh lived, so she didn’t
take me. This is okay because Shiloh had left to Nicolij’s- Enjicos
house anyways. So I try and take a bus to Nicolijs house, but I don’t
know which one to take and I definitely don’t want to end up on my way
to another city like last time. I try asking and they all shake their
heads signaling me no. I mime to them that I need a bus to Paranagua
and they all look at me like I’m crazy, so I just walk and I walk and
I walk some more. It was scary but kind of funny at the same time.
Here is this girl walking thou a barrio completely lost with nothing
more than a hot pink bag containing only shoes, a Prada bag,
sunglasses even thou there’s no sun, flip flops, and a giant purse
filled with make up. After I realize where I have to go I stop put on
some tennis and start jogging. I get there 40 minutes later. From
there the planning really starts, I find out I’m not going to be able
to spend the night at Siri’s house, so I ask Shiloh but Shiloh is not
allowed to got out, so I instead spend the night at Natasha’s(friend
from school) house. There the problem really starts; we go to Casa de
Cachasa with Shiloh before she has to got home. We then try and take
bus to Escritorio, but the bus is not showing up and out of pure luck
we find some friends that are going there too. Escritorio is packed
with people and finding our friends, who were in the VIP section, is
the new problem. Getting there is truly half the fun! I had no idea I
could dance! I still think I can’t dance, but I had fun trying! I did
not want to go home and I keep singing to Natasha the song “just
dance”.
Natasha had to get to school at 6 A.M so we sleep for about 2 hours,
and then her mom drops me of at Siri’s. I fall asleep and I wake up
with the worst cold I’ve ever had. Luckily, in Brazil pharmacies
deliver medicine for only 8 extra Reais. That day was my friends
aniversario (birthday) and he was having a bbq in a Chacara, a “little
fram” outside the city. I had been planning to go there for about a
week. The medicine didn’t help much but I reluctantly and stubbornly
decide to go to the chuhasco, (bbq). If I had fun at Escritorio this
bbq was 3 times as fun. Just like at the rotary party where I go to
every table, I make sure I meet everyone, and that everyone meets me.
I use the little Portuguese I know and say “oii todo bem”, and it
takes off from there. I have no idea how I manage to talk so much with
out speaking the language! After dancing Sartenegio, Fojo, Zamba and
even YMCA I call my host mom, and try to ask her if I can go out with
them tonight. My friend had given me a coupon that saved me 35 Reais,
but she firmly says no; she also mentions that she want me home now.
Instead of freaking out, Siri and I just lay on the grass and look at
the stars for about a minute to figure out what to do and then
everyone comes over and we all joke around for about another 5
minutes. Then I really start freaking out but I find ride with in the
next 5 minutes. We are supposed to get a ride to Siris house but
instead we go to Ejico’s-Nico’s house. I tell my mom we’ll be at casa
da Siri and that in about 10 minuses she can call me there, but
because as I mentioned earlier plans change, when she called I was at
Enjicos. So now I’m really freaking out. My number one priority since
I got here is making sure my host mom feels comfortable with me in her
house. I’m constantly asking her if there’s anything she would like me
to do or if there’s anything she would like me not to do. I always
tell her where, when, how, and why, even if she doesn’t ask. I have
given her the numbers of all my friends! I don’t ask her for rides,
but instead try and take the bus or a taxi. I call her when I go out,
so that she knows I’m fine. I’m extremely grateful for letting me in
her house. I’m thankful for everything, but I’m in Brazil and I’ve
been home too much. For a person who back home feels so independent
and has so much trust from her parents, it feels really weird having
someone doubt you.
September
São Paulo’s Riviera
I’m in heaven I could spend my life watching the waves wash off in the
sand. I’m so lucky to be here right now. My host sister’s grandpa
invited us to his beach house and NOSSA (OMG) I wish I could stay
forever. It started with a bus from Brazilsul (my host family owns
this bus company) at 11 P.M. the seats leaned back 180 degrees and the
bus rocked you to sleep like a babe. The person to my left snored but
this was ok because it remained me of my dad and made me feel safe. My
sis tells me there was a somnambular walking though the seats but I
really didn’t feel a thing. 8 hours later we arrived in Sao Pablo. We
first went to my sisters dad’s apartment were we slept and watched
Gilmore girls. Then we took a taxi to the mall. After walking around a
little her dad picked us up and we went to outback. The menu was in
English so for the 1st time I didn’t have to order with my eyes
closed. We eat onion rigs, cheese fries and ribs. Oh how I missed
cheese fries! Then her grandparents picked us up to go to the beach.
We passed though the Sierra Del Mar and in a tunnel. We passed Santos,
the native city of Pele. After we passed Cubataõ and the canals we
arrived at the Riviera, a huge condominium that even has a shopping
mall in it. The view from the apartment is to die for, the sea seems
to go on forever. Although we arrived late the fist thing we did was
go to the beach and sing songs as we attempted to jump the waves. The
next day I walked on the beach and tried to practice my Portuguese
with random Brazilians. I meet a surfing teacher and the girl form a
Brazilian rock band. Then we went to the mall and meet up with one of
Raissas childhood friend. We made Brigadero(a kind of fudge) and
played Trouco(card game) with her friends. I was going to go swimming
in the morning but I stayed up late and fell asleep on the couch. On
the way back to Sao Pablo the bridge collapsed so we were stuck in
traffic for a while, I was getting a little claustrophobic so I asked
if the could lower the windows, but in turns out the car was bullet
prove so you cant lower the windows in the back. Although knowing this
should make one feel safer it made me feel less safe; I mean just the
thought that someone might try to fire at your car while your on a
stop light is scary. It’s really sad to see what drugs, corruption and
poverty can do to a city; any city not just Sao Pablo.
My Austrian host family wrote me. It’s nice that we keep in touch.
They said they were so sad that I wasn’t going that their rotary club
gave them another exchange student. I wonder if my current host family
would do the same, or if they are hosting because they have to. I got
just the opposite of what I was thought in culture boot camp. I
expected my Austrian host family to be more introverted and less
talkative than my Brazilian one. Just another example of how mistaken
it is to classify people in groups.
Cayon Guartela
It’s been a while since I wrote in this crazy journal. It is now
October and I have a lot to update you on. I just got back from canyon
Guartela. I threw my self over a cliff attached to a one cm in
diameter rope and I paid to do it. I galloped on a horse whose
estribos I couldn’t reach. I went rappelling with an evil guide who
wouldn’t stop throwing below zero water at me. We had a barbecue with
some lemon and sugar, and danced to Mexican music by a bon fire. We
blasted out singing wonder world over and over on the way back home.
October 5
I’ve noticed how I’ve changed since I’ve been here. When I’d come home
from school and eat lunch with my host family I would always want to
tell them everything new that happened, I would fill each second with
a story. Silence just seemed too awkward for me. My family back home
is very expressive (talkative), they show love openly and every time
there is a disagreement they feel the need to talk about it. I thought
my Brazilian family would be just the same. But they are not, they are
very quite and reserved. At first this difference made me feel
unwelcome; however, now I realize you don’t need words to communicate
love, sadness, or even anger. Now during dinner although I’m thinking
a lot of things I don’t feel the urge to say them out loud. Because
they table is quite I think more carefully before I speak, which is
something my father back home has been trying to get me to do for a
while now.
However some things I think I will never get used to. For example I
can’t stop switching hands when I cut something. Brazilians hold the
knife with the left side the whole time. I’ve been trying to eat like
this but its too hard. The other thing is that there is a problem with
Brazilian men. They all try to kiss you! In Brazil kissing means
absolutely nothing. There’s one intercambista that’s kissed 75 people
in 6 months! Unfortunately I don’t think I will ever be able to
assimilate to this part of the culture. No only because I don’t want
to get Mono but because I’m way too selective. I’ve tried to be as
sincere as possible with my diaries I’m telling you the good, the bad
and the ugly, but if Mr. Al would like to delete this he can.
October 11
My friends from school are doing a little road trip to the beach and
invited me. I’ve been trying to compress my hips and butt to fit into
a Brazilian bikini .Its only for the weekend; I’m so excited! Once we
are there we are going to a near by city to attend an Axe concert and
then we come back Monday morning for school. I’ve got permission form
my rotary club and family in Florida, now I only need permission from
Caro (my host mom).
October 13
Tomorrow is teacher’s day so I have no school, which is good because
some friends invited me to play pool. I had never played before, but
it turns out I’m not so bad at it. Either I have extreme good luck or
my friend is a really good teacher.
October 14
Finally it is summer! I invited 4 friends to use the pool and another
4 showed up. With a refreshing pool, glorious sun, and an inflatable
mattress that lets just the right amount of water touch you, nothing
can go wrong, that is if Nicolaj Johansen Winter is not there to bump
you of it just when you are relaxed enough to fall asleep. Just
kidding; I mean life is good it is really good we tan, dance, watch
movies and eat brigadeiro but it is so much better with friends like
Shilo, Siri, Nicolij, Enjico, Natasha, Rafa, Eloiza…just when you
think life is perfect and nothing can go wrong, gravity pulls you back
down. I went out for a ride with my friend. I came back huming and
dancing when all out the sudden I find myself laying on the ground, I
rolled down 5 stairs, twisted my arm, hit my bunda (buttocks) and
chin. When I got up my friends and I couldn’t help but laugh; I mean
I’ve been doing leg lifts 24/7 in order to be ready for the beach and
now I have a huge ass purple bump on my butt!
Even tough I was still in pain I had to go watch the Colombia vs.
Brazil game. I wore a Brazilian bracelet on one arm and a Colombian
one on the other. Although, I’m very patriotic I have to admit I was a
little doubtful because the definition of football is: a game played
my 12 players in which Brazil usually wins. Brazilians go crazy over
soccer my host mom told me people have been killed because of
rivalries. I was a little bit afraid going into Escritorio with my
Colombian I.D. and my red, yellow, blue bracelet. It’s like seating on
the Dolphin’s side wearing a Yankees shirt. I really didn’t feel like
getting jumped so when Colombia came close to wining I took it off. In
the end no one won, it was a tie. Something that I found to be kind of
symbolic. People are always asking me were do you like it better U.S.,
Colombia, Or Brazil, and I can’t choose. I feel as American as I do
Colombian and I can’t choose who to root for when it comes to Colombia
vs. Brazil. They are all so different, unique, and beautiful. I wish I
could combine them all! Have a little bit of salsa and a Brazilian
Chuhasco in the American Rockies.
October 15
After the a little bit of dancing my friend took me home; my arm had
gotten worse, I couldn’t even lift my arm to take off my shirt. When I
woke up I called Andre, my Rotarian neighbor, whose husband is a
doctor. She took me to the hospital to get radiography and a muscle
relaxer. We skipped the whole line at the hospital, although I felt
cared for I couldn’t help but feel guilty and spoiled. I only had a
little scratch while the people in line where so much worse than me.
My host mom told me she did not feel comfortable with me going to the
beach. She said it more like this “nao da”. This literally means “that
won’t go down”. This phrase doesn’t give room to respond. If it were
my parents back home I could get a chance to explain and possibly
persuade them, but because it’s someone with whom proximity is
limited, it would be rude to even remotely question her judgment even
if my parents and rotary think its fine.
October 16
I went to Vega! It was amazing. At first they played techno-house but
than this sertenegio (Brazilian country) band went on stage. I never
thought I would like country, and I never thought I would listen to
country in Brazil, but Sertenegio is so much fun to dance to. I loved
the whole night, besides the fact that I fell down the stairs again.
I’m telling you Havahnanas (famous Brazilian flip-flops) are
dangerous!
October 18
Did absolutely nothing! I called about 10 friends but they were all
out of town. I can’t stand being home for more than 3 hours. The house
it beautiful and big, but it feels so empty it’s depressing. My sister
went to watch a game with her friends and my host mom is sleeping, its
5 pm and I think I might have to stay home. My guitar needs strings
and I’ve watched all the movies in the house. I’m done with the
Half-Blooded Prince, and I’m officially board. I feel as if time is
taunting me telling me “time is running out and you’ve got to enjoy
your days in Brazil”. On top of it all my friend called me from the
beach just to remind me what I’m missing out on. Supposedly he wanted
me to hear the waves through the phone. Isn’t he evil! I gusse being
so far away from home teaches you that you can’t rely on your parents
or friends to make happy, or to make you feel better when you’re down.
You have learn to rely on yourself.
22 October 2008
Today Nico and Shilo came over for a movie. I eat so much when I’m
around them. We ate this gummy bears you can buy super-sized in the
one Reai store. No wonder I’ve gained 5 kilos here!
It’s so weird! I feel so bi-polar! One day you feel so out of place,
so bored; next you’re so excited it feels so right. I wrote my first
song in Portuguese today! I was walking back home after dropping
Nicolij and Shiloh at the condominium door and I started singing in
Spanish when all of the sudden I don’t realize it but I start thinking
in Portuguese. I didn’t notice till I listed to the recording I made!
October 23/24
I know that I shouldn’t be hanging out with intercambistas that much
but its just that Brazilians are so busy preparing for vestibular (S.A.Ts).
Today we celebrated Evas birthday in Casa da Cachasa. Some people
forgot to pay. After a loud show trying to remind others what they
consumed some of us left for Escritorio. I almost got ran over by a
car on the way to catch the bus and screamed and ran like a bimbo. We
mostly spoke in English the majority of the time, I hope people think
we were all Canadians and not Americans cause this 2 incidents I found
to be very embarrassing.
The line at Escritorio is insane, but lucky there are this people who
we know farther up the line. Once we are almost there the price
inflates 5 % for guys and they close the door so 6 of us cram into a
car and go to a bunch of places which were either closed or not good.
We end up back were we stared about a block from casa da cachasa at la
Silva. My friends didn’t want to leave but at 5 am I finally convince
them to go home. I had school at 7 am.
25st of October
I went to a fiend’s birthday party and I meet up with a friend from
Germany who is doing a volunteering project in Rolandia. She invited
me to her house till Sunday. Rolandia is having a huge Oktoberfest
festival this weekend.
My host mom called her mom to make sure its ok. She tells my friend
host mom to give me a curfew. My friend’s mom tells me as long as I
come home before she wakes up the next day its fine. On the bus I made
a friend who is 16 and works 12 hours a day plus school! Yea she was
telling me that in her work they don’t let her sit down, and I though
I had it bad with my manager. There are always people more fortunate
and less fortunate than you. I always tend to look up to aspire but I
forget to look down to appreciate. Even she is up in the food chain if
you think about Chinese factory workers at Niky.
Rodandia is small town with some very kind and welcoming people.
Because it’s a small town every one knows everyone, and unlike I
expected they were very open to new people. They treated me as if I
had been their friend for years! I was there for about 25 hours out of
which I partied for 5 and slept for 20. The fest had a section where
they wore traditional German costumes had traditional music and games.
It also had a modern section in an arena where they played Sergenegio,
Fojo, Techno, and Funky.
26th of October.
I got home all by my self today! I feel so independent! I always hated
asking my parents for rides. Because the time change the sun was still
out when I got home at 5 P.M so I decided to go to the pool in the
condominium! I saw 5 friends there so I sat with them until I saw
other people that I knew and switched circles. They thought me how to
play poker. I lost everything in the first round, but I still loved
it.
October 27
As exchange students at times we are only shown the beautiful and rich
side of the country. And when we do see something that doesn’t seem
right like an Indian kid in the street asking for food I guess some
find it easier to turn the other way. But I cant seem to do this, I
just don’t think its right now that I’m done with school I want to
start volunteering. There is this project that teaches art to kids
form the street and there is this other one that takes in children. A
lot of them are miss-treated and hungry. There is one that lives in a
whore house with her grandma, who is the owner. There is another one
whose entire family is into drugs.
October 28
When I arrived in Brazil I informed me Rotary club that I had a
tourist visa; they decided that the best thing would be to got to a
Brazilian embassy to obtain a student visa. They told me “wait we’ll
take care of it”. However I can’t wait any longer, according to my dad
my tourist visa expires next week. If I let this date pass it will go
on my passport for life, and will make it very hard for me to travel
again. My dad told me if I didn’t resolve this by Friday he would.
Because Tertulino (the youth exchange chair man of my district) was
traveling I called the Carlos, a Rotarian who I was told was indicated
to call about this issue; he told me to call Tertulino’s son. So I
did, they said they would call me back. 2 hours later they called and
told me that I would be leaving for Paraguay at 11 pm. My host mom
told me this would be very simple and quick but due to my past
experiences with embassies and consulates I’m very skeptical that it
will be as simple as everyone tells me its going to be. I also don’t
know what they will say when they find out I’ve been going to school
with tourist visa. Can you believe it I’ve been going to school
illegally.
Meu dios, the girl with my documents and ticket arrived at 10:40; she
drove like a mad woman so that I would make it on time. Unfortunately
all the other cars were driving beyond the usual insane today. Because
at 10:30 pm it was announced that Bilinati, the elected candidate for
Prefeito would not be allowed to take Office due to his conviction in
a previews term of having pocketed money form the government. People
where honking their horns running in front of cars in the street. The
closest thing I’ve ever seen to the last Day of school at Cypress.
I got to the terminal and chassed the bus which was leaving at the
moment I arrived. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I
couldn’t really sleep. I arrived in faz de Iguaçu at 6 am the next
Day.
October 29th
Right now I’m in the driving to Paraguay with a tourist guide. I
passed the Paraná River and saw a gang of dogs on the street. There’s
people selling things everywhere. Paraguay is infamous for having no
taxes and people come here to shop from all over.
When we arrived at the embassy they told us since this was not a
renewal it would have to be done in a country where I have resided for
more than one year. I called my host mom and found out that they are
waiting for a paper form Brasilia so that they can give me the
permission to enter Brazil with a student visa. I feel so lost in
translation, i try talking Spanish and Portuguese comes out. I feel
like I did once before when we played that card game with no words in
culture boot camp.
I can smell the rain and hear the thunder hitting in the ground. Its 5
PM now I’ve been waiting in the consulate since 6 A.M. I hate not
knowing what’s going on.
October 30th
So how did I go form being an exchange student to being an illegal
prisoner? So maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. I can’t come into Brazil
with my student visa until some documents from Brasilia arrive and as
I found out a bit ago I can’t come into brazil as a tourist with out
permission from my parents because I’m 17 until November 15 2008. This
means I’m an illegal alien of Brazil right now. The tourist guide that
took me to the consulate in Paraguay convinced the immigration police
to let me pass under the condition that I would stay at his house and
not leave Foz de Iguaçu under any circumstances… I’m legally becoming
an adult in a couple weeks but I’m feeling like a little girl wanting
my moms hug. I’m still waiting! Its 7 pm and haven’t eaten anything
since 6 am I’m tired of waiting for the phone call!
I was finally dropped of in the hotel. My room smelled cigarettes so I
changed. I was told to wait for a phone call but I fell asleep. In the
morning when I was at breakfast I was approached by this man asking me
if I was alone and my room number so he could visit me. I pretended
not to understand Spanish. It was scary, when I went on to the
elevator I pressed a different floor and took the stairs form there so
he wouldn’t even know what floor I was in. I decide order lunch to the
room form then on.
October 31
Finally after a lot of stress and extremely annoyed that I was not
informed about the situation with Brasilia before hand I was able to
return Londrina. I’m very angry at my dad because I had a couple more
days before my visa expired! I should have checked, but when I
received his very alarming phone call I panicked and called rotary.
Everything happened so fast! Between Carlos’s phone call and the call
back which informed me that I was going to Paraguay there were only 2
hours. I only had time to inform my host mom and pack.
Coming back home, my host family was unusually quite! My host mom
barely said hello. I tried talking to her over lunch; her tone of
voice let me know just how angry she was, so I didn’t say anything
more. After she had cooled down a bit, I pulled her aside at dinner
and tried apologizing for all the inconveniences; I thanked her for
worrying about me so much. She was still mad and a bunch of other
things came out like the time when I was at Ejico’s and she called
Siri. She told me she didn’t trust me and I started crying. I have
never lied to her! I know it was my fault I’m not blaming anyone I’m
adult enough to know what’s going on and I should have kept myself
more informed.
November
I switched host families. My new host family is stricter but defiantly
feels more like family. I can talk to my host mom and dad hours at a
time! I feel cared for and loved! My host brother seems to be a bit
jealous because all the attention I’m getting. He makes it hard for me
to use the computer. He also keeps reminding me of all the
questionable things Gorge W. Bush did. His always talking about how
Americans think they are the best and how Americans are this and
that…I’m sure he doses it to annoy me. I’m tiered of explaining to him
that u can’t classify such a diverse and vast group of people. That
Americans tend to be individualistic, patriotic and very independent
and that sometimes can be misunderstood.
November 14
I’m turning 18 and I want my party to make up for all the ones I was
too young to remember. I invited everyone on my orkut ( a type of
brazilin facebook) to my Party at Escritorio. I also had a little bbq
with a couple friends. The bbq didn’t go exactly as planed. I went to
get my nails done and was 1 hour late to my own party. Lucky everyone
else was 3 hours late. Only 2 people where on time. The sound box I
rented the day before at this other birthday party I went to, didn’t
work because I left the cable in Enjicos car. I forgot to buy ice and
the cake melted, but that’s ok because of the use it got. It is a
tradition that ones birthday they throw all the ingredients on a cake
at your head for each year they will throw one egg at you head
fallowed by sugar and flour. Because they didn’t have 18 fresh eggs
they decided to throw the mixed version of this tradition my chocolate
and bejinio (cooked coconut) cake.
November 15
My fist host family leaves 3 houses down and forgot. my Austrian host
family lives an ocean away and remembered! How sweet!
Today the day of my actual 18th birthday I found my self at home at 11
pm. So I called my friends and got 3 invitations but no ride. Then at
11:30 my friend tells me she can pick me up and take me. I ask for
permission and walk down to the front of my condo to wait for my ride.
While I’m waiting I meet this environmental law student who has
insomnia because he is going to interview Indians the next day. (There
is a big problem in Brazil with displaced Indians, who find it very
hard to accustomed to a city life style. They are used to hunting and
gathering their food, so working for food seems strange.) I feel
embarrassed seeing all the cars come in, I’m hoping they don’t
recognize I’m going out but it is my birthday. I have so much fun at
Escritorio. I dance and talk to so many people that I loose track of
time. At the end something really funny happened. there was this group
of about 4 guys that where trying to kiss me and I kept turning down
the whole night, and when I was about to leave the parking lot with my
friends to go grab a bit to eat they lined up and asked me to choose,
so I made them turn, pose and walk for me it was so funny!
How can I be responsible and a bit wild at the same time? How can I
turn my brain off for a while? I’m not sure if I can. This is a time
to have fun and take risks and doing thing so that I don’t regret not
doing them later but it is also the time where I deciding who I want
to be. At times I want to be that girl who doesn’t think. I want to
have wild adventures where my only goal is having fun. At time I want
to be like Sarah, my fried who goes religiously to church every Sunday
and is the valedictorian of Dillard High. At times I want to be like
Jo Jo who seems to have it all figured out, she always knows what to
say and when to say it. Then there’s 007, Kelly who is smooth in every
way, and like her sister is an expert at keeping it together in front
of other people. I’m so not like that. I wear my feeling son my sleeve
when I’m hurt I cry, and when I’m in love I melt.
Random anecdotes
I’m so tiered of people asking me for coffee and coca. Even teachers
mention it. I really don’t find it very funny; there are so many
beautiful things in Colombia. Pablo se fue hace años! It is true after
the political wars in Colombia a violent semi-socialistic organization
was formed in my country. This Gurrilas, Farc, and paramilitaries use
drug trafficking to finance their war against the government. However,
ambition spiraled them down to a point where they’ve got no ideology
or dogma whatsoever. This remote minority has terrorized both rich
businessmen as well as subsistence peasants. They kidnapped me and my
family and they are the reason I left my country 9 years ago. Thanks
to our current president and God they are in retreat and have got very
little capacity now days. It makes me mad that they are the fist thing
that comes to the mind of many people when they think of Colombia!
Colombia has way more good things than bad and I would like to take
the time to point them out. My city Medellin is known as the “city of
flowers” because flowers grow out of no where and because they blossom
all year round. It is where the Andes Mountains take root, this gives
Colombia one of the most diversified climates and ecosystems in the
planet. In Santa Marta, you can go from snow to a rainforest to a
dessert beach in less then an hour. Colombia is also the place where
Vallenato and Cumbia were born. It is a place where music is deeply
entrenched with in the culture and where people live by the saying
that “there is no looking back one can only move forward”.
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July 28th
I’m writing this journal at 8 A.M. Austrian time which means its 3
A.M. here in Weston. I guess you could say I’ve been preparing for the
time change, (the truth is I’m completely nocturnal, especially
lately). I’ve been so caught up in my daily life this past year that I
haven’t thought too much about my exchange, but now that it’s a week
away I find it hard to sleep; I’m so anxious. It’s finally hit me, in
a week I will move to another country, leaving my home behind. I will
be saying bye to the sea but I will be welcoming the Alps. I feel a
mix of nervousness and excitement.
I was talking to my German friend the other day and he told me the
only thing I could really pronounce perfectly was Ich libe dich. I all
of the sudden pictured my self lost in a dark alley in Vienna and only
being able to say I love you in German. Not being able to communicate
scares me!
July 29th
Actually its 30th but its 3 A.M Weston time, but for me the day starts
when I wake up. I went to the Sawgrass Mall (the local 88 acre
shopping center) today to return some shoes, got completely lost and
ended up helping a complete stranger find a dress for her first
business meeting in N.Y. I spent 4 hours at the mall bought cloths and
when I finally found the shoe store it was closed. After this odyssey
today I realized that I have bigger fears to face than claustrophobia
on the plane, I mean I got lost finding a shoe store at my local mall
and I KNEW HOW TO ASK FOR DIRECTIONS! Oh and I even had a map, which
by the way I had no idea how to read. If I were texiting I think this
would be the time to write LOL in bold letters!! Ahhhhhhh!
July 30th
Making a list of thinks I will definitely miss
1.) snuggling with Tommy, ( my doggy)
2.) Taco Bell! Oh and My Mami’s food (Ajiaco, Paella, Empanadas,
Picadas…)
3.) My MOM’s kisses and beautiful smile
4.) My Dads corny but deep and sage advice.
5.) Maybe my brother
6.) My best Friends Jo Jo Aka Jay, Kelly Ann Marie Antoinette (inside
joke), Sarah, and Miloxxx
7.) Latin Parties!!! Salsa, Merengue, Vallenato, Regetton.
8.) American Praties!! Electro-house music, Hip-pop, Guitar-hero
9.) Listening to old music with my family and hearing my dad sing at
the top of his lungs.
10.) Church
11.) The Beach; swimming under the fresh water while you feel the
warmth of the sun tingle your skin.
12.) My Guitar ( I’m not sure if it’ll fit)
Things I will definitely not miss
1.) My JOB specially one of my managers
2.) Bowling
July 31st
Trying to fit my life in two maletas that are supposed to weigh 50 but
currently weigh 53.
Oh and it turns out I’m going to need an adaptor cause my straightner
doesn’t work over there. So I have three options A.) Have an Afro all
year long B.) Buy a new straightner C.) Pay 100 for an Adaptor kit. I
still haven’t decided, but I will soon.
July 1st
My host sister called me we talked for like an hour, it really is too
bad I might not see her when I get there. She is leaving the 10th of
august for the U.S.
I was hoping my visa would have come by now and although I usually
completely positive I’m starting to become a realist like JoJo always
insists.
July 2nd
My friend had a going away party for me, but I’m not sure if I’m going
away. I was informed that the Austrian Embassy requires me to have a
U.S. Visa six months after departure. I have Visa I-94, which expires
three months after my expected departure; however, my green card is
expected to arrive anytime now. They are processing July 2007 enteris
and we are October 2007. The explanation is complex and irrelevant so
I won’t get into it, but here are my options: A.) get a six months
visa and file an extension once in Austria. B.) Talk to Congress woman
Debbie Wasserman so that my green card arrives sooner C.) Go to
Brazil, because it doesn’t require a visa from Colombian residents.
D.) wait and pray.
The problem with all of these options is that regardless of what is
done, I’m afraid I won’t get to Austria in Time for the language camp.
At the moment I have only made one resolution and that is not to
stress, because it is 9 A.M Vienna time, and all I can do at the
moment is have faith; plus I’m having another going Away party
tomorrow and have to go to bed. I should cancel it but I can’t really
remember everyone I invited and calling everyone to cancel would take
too long.
3-4th of August
Today was the “going away party”; which because of my visa situation
soon turned into a different kinda party. 30 close friends came; we
danced so much talked so much. After they left I couldn’t get much
sleep; I tossed and turned in bed. I looked the clock and realized it
was 6:30 so I just woke up to see the sunrise and go roller-skating to
get some Jumba Juice. When I got home I ate the raisinets my friend
brought me for the plane ride, ( I promised her I wouldn’t eat them
till my fight but I couldn’t resist). I felt so ungrateful, because
here I am watching a beautiful sun-rise, eating chocolates, having fun
with friends, enjoying my family and I want to leave. Its 7 A.M now
and I’m supposed to be on a plane on my way to Austria but I’m not! L
Its 7 P.M. now and I’ve slept a total of 2 hours. I’ve called and
emailed everyone who could possibly help me. Starting with Theresa
from Bookoff Kaplan, who is now on my speed dial; but as it turns out
she had a little inconvenience; she had gone into Labor
(congratulations Theresa!). I drafted my options and called Mr. Kalter,
terrified that my trip would be canceled; I talked fast, as to avoid
getting an “I’m sorry this just didn’t work out”, out of the other
side of the phone. Thankfully, neither Mr. Kalter nor Bookoff Kaplan
gave up.
So After eating what was left of the11 OZ of Raisinets, I started to
make calls. Since my dad was feeling very ill today I had to step up
and do everything by myself. I called congresswoman Wasserman and sent
her a letter in hopes of expediting my immigration process. I called
my Lawyer and asked him to write a letter explaining my status and
providing evidence that my green card is being processed. I called the
Embassy and spoke Mr. Passler (the person who denied my visa) and
explained my situation. He was very helpful and after faxing him the
I-94, my lawyer’s letter and of a copy of the form I-485 receipt he
suggested I go to Washington D.C. this Wednesday for an Interview. So
with the help of my dad’s credit card I bought 2 round tickets,
reserved a Hotel near the Embassy and rented a car.
Incredibly Mr. Al Kalter was able to find a host club and family in
Brazil in matter of hours, just incase things don’t work out. The only
problem (sarcasm) is that I would have to travel to another country
and back to Brazil very 3 months. So I would not only visit Brazil but
4 other countries in the course of the year! Like my Great Aunt says,
God writes straight on crewked lines. I have faith that everything
will work out for the best. If I end up going to Rumbalicious Zamba
land I’ll be more than happy, and if it end up being in enchanting
Vienna I’ll be happy too. (Its one of those Win-Win situations Mark
Trowbridge lectured us about in the Ryla camp, and I thought this
moment would never come.)
August 5th7th
So where do I start…a lot of things have happened over this past 2
days. We landed on D.C. at 9:30 P.M. after being lost for an hour we
got to the Hotel. My brother, who is the manger at the Hilton, did an
amazing job hooking us up with the Alexandria Hilton hotel Penthouse!
The room was the same the only differences really was that you needed
a special key to put in the elevator to access our floor level; and
that right next to our room there was a 2 story
observatory-library-living room. My dad went straight to sleep after
we ate. I instead wondered around the hotel and ended up finding a
beautiful grand Piano right next to the disocupied ball room. I played
the piano for a while, and then went to the gym. I also meet this
Russian Girls, and Italian guy who I stayed up talking to. The next
day we went to the embassy and we were told that it would take 3 more
weeks for my visa to get stamped, and there was still the possibility
that it wouldn’t work out. After talking to Mr. Al Kalter I had to
make a very stressful and difficult choice- To wait a year to go to
Austria or go to Brazil. Although, I had my hopes up with Austria (I
was learning the language, I was excited about the music high school I
was attending, and about the horse stable that was going to 2 blocks
from my house, I couldn’t wait to see the Austrian alps covered in
snow and flowers in the spring time) till the last moment I had faith
that everything with my Austrian visa would work out, but I couldn’t
wait a year because it would throw off my plans to attend Dillard for
the performing arts my senior year, and my plans for college. I am
extremely sad I will not get to meet my host family who have been so
kind and have taken the time to make sure everything is ready for me.
They’ve sent me pictures, letters, and we’ve even talked on the phone.
Although I will not get to meet them this year, I hope that someday we
will!
We stayed in D.C for 4 more hours after the embassy, in which I got
lost walking though the embassies, meeting people, and taking
pictures, while my dad worked. An hour after this decision
Congresswoman Wassermann’s office called me to inform me that they had
successfully accelerated the I-131 parole so that I could travel
care-free. However this is not change anything with Austria.
I’m in the plane back home right now, it is so beautiful you can
confuse the sky with the sea and it feels like a dream.
8th of august
So I’m going to Brazil, just when I thought I was starting to learn
German they switched the language on me. I had to call my host club
and family to let them know I’m not going to Austria, it was
heart-breaking once they were able to understand the news. At the same
time I have to write my Brazilian host family and club to let them
know I’ll be there Monday. There this Indian mythological queen that
represents destruction- hope, when I studied her in school I couldn’t
understand how destruction could bring hope to people, but know I do.
When one door closes another one opens. Anyways I’ve got less than a
week to hang out with friends so got to go.
Departure day
So I’m passing through the Amazon at 3700 meters of elevation. I got
on the plane at 11 P M and its now 6 am. Will, the other exchange
student and I didn’t get to sit together, but it’s still nice knowing
that am not doing this totally alone. 4 months ago my mom asked me if
I would be ok with out her my response was “are you?” it all hit me at
once when I was doing the check in, that I will not be able to hug her
this year anymore. I started crying like a baby and went back twice to
hug her, hopeing to make up for the year that I won’t.
I’m on my last connection flight right now, and can’t believe I’ve
survived so many hours of flying. Our fist connection was Sao Pablo.
Paradoxically the first thing we hear when we get off the plane its
Madonna’s material girl song; ahhhh I can’t escape that song even in
Zamba land (No fence to Madonna fans). Getting my baggage checked in
again was beyond frustrating! After about 20 minutes, I finally
understood that the lady was charging me for extra baggage 98 dollars.
The lady asked me for I.D. so I gave her my drivers’ license, which
she never gave back, but after another 20 minutes of failed attempts
at communication I just decided to move on. Then I tried to get a hold
of my mom, who hadn’t slept waiting for my call. This was also a
challenge and an expensive one to say the least. I ended up paying 4
dollars to talk to her for literately 30 seconds. Afterwards we went
outside to take pictures and waited in a store that had massage
chairs. Then it was time to say bye to Will and Hi to 2 other exchange
students, one form Mexico and the other one from Chicago. The one from
Mexico had become friends with a group of Folk dancers, who have us a
little demo, so cool.
So I’m finally in my new home. First impressions: beautiful, warm, and
welcoming people! I thought my host mom was my host sister. When I
meet them I really only knew one word in Portuguese, which is Abrigato,
thank you, so I said it over and over and they all laughed with me. I
started talking in a mix of Spanish and English and some how they
understood. Their home is gorgeous; it has a pool and a cute puppy. Ah
Tommy I miss him so much, I almost couldn’t fall asleep last night.
Before I went to bed we had Pizza and it turns out that here they use
a fork and knife for that. And yes, you guessed it, like a true
American I grabbed with my hands at first.
Eu primer dia de colejio
My first day and my alarm clock doesn’t ring! I start walking toward
the house of the person who is taking me to school while buttoning my
vest and they are outside waiting (ahh, how embarrassing). When I get
to school I’m not sure where to sit so I take the first chair, and
then Enrico, last years intercambiasta from Bahamas comes towards me
and saves me. He greets me with a reliving hug that calms me. I sit
with the outbounds (there is 1 guy from Denmark, one Girl form Norway
and 1 American girl). The Norwegian girl and I joke for the first 2
periods… My Biology teacher is crazy! He makes airplane noises, and
has Einstein’s hair. After biology we go to break, and I get stuck in
the restroom! Yes, you read right; the door to the restroom would not
open, and I’m kind of claustrophobic. So I try to jump door by
stepping on the toilet paper holder, and fall into the trash! Two
girls go get help and I finally get out of the restroom. After that I
have the pleasure of explaining to my art history teacher and 100
students why I’m so late to class. Talk about breaking records; most
possible embarrassing moments in a day! All in all I think that given
the situations, I handled it very gracefully.
I went walking this afternoon in my neighborhood and I meet this
really cool girl who invited me to a Chuhasca (BBQ) tomorrow.
The Chuhasca Friday was so much fun! I learned how to dace Sertenegio.
It ended at 3 A.M. but I went home at 10 pm, because I’m just getting
to know my host family and I’m not to familiar with their rules yet.
My family is composed of my host mom and sister who is 16, the grandpa
stays with the family 3 nights a week and the moms fiancé stays over
the weekends. They are very nice, polite, and sweet, but I sometimes
feel like strange visit. It’s the feeling you get when you are using
something that is not yours. I guess that’s probably the thing I miss
the most about my parents; that feeling of unconditional love, knowing
that no matter how bad you mess up they will always be there. I miss
having that kind of trust, where you talk about everything and people
tell you their secrets and you tell them yours.
Sunday there was another other Chuhasca, with all my host sisters’
friends. They rented the club house, bought drinks meat and played
funky. Funky is kind of dirty or so I found out. I was dancing and
singing the lyrics with out knowing their meaning; when I found out
what I was saying I stopped. There are some other miscommunications
between Portuguese and my native languages. Most people understand
when I speak in Spanish and I understand what they say in Portuguese
85% of the times. In the Chuhasca Friday night I asked in Spanish if
there was a buseta (bus) that would take me to the mall and they all
started laughing hysterically. I found out that Buseta (bus) in
Portuguese it means vigaina. Oh another misunderstanding is that the
ok sign with your hands in the U.S. here is an insult. |
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