Sunday, March 18, 2012

Cheers to the Freakin' Weekend

"They're reading books in English. And have towels. And their bathing suits cover their whole butts. Yeah, they must be American."

The weekends here are never long enough. And that's what I have to say about that.

Friday night we went to Carol's birthday party. We didn't get to stay very long, but we did get to hang out with Carol and her family, bust a few dance moves on the tiny dance floor, and eat some Brazilian deliciousness which happened to include liver. After school we went with John to his apartment, met Vania and her friends, and then drove to Carol's party which was downtown.

Claire and I seem to have the best luck with taxi drivers. On the way to the party, our taxi driver would not stop laughing at us for singing this popular Brazilian hit. If his radio hadn't been stolen, we wouldn't have had to sing the chorus (which is the only part we know) fifty million times.

The same taxi driver also told us that we were very funny and smelled good. All right, buddy, keep those compliments coming, that's what I like to hear. Honestly though, it's getting a lot easier  to communicate with the people here in Brazil, even with our terribly broken Portuguese. 90% of the time we can get our point across with very little problems.

Vania's friends were visiting from another part of Brazil and the one lady brought her two year old daughter, Annarita. Cutest little two year old ever. We were in the car telling Vania about our previously mentioned experiences with the taxi driver and little Annarita starts singing "Delicia. Delicia." Which is part of that song I posted, if you didn't check it out. She had me, hook, line, and sinker.

Claire and I took over babysitting for the night and spent the rest of the evening dancing, clapping, and blowing "beijos" (or kisses) with Annarita. Apparently we really wore her out because John said she was asleep after minutes in the car, but then woke up the next morning asking where we were. Too. Cute.

Saturday was spent lesson planning, applying for jobs, and doing lots of clerical work. I guess that's the real reason we are here though, so I suppose that I shouldn't complain too much.

Sunday started out much the same as Saturday, but in the early afternoon Claire and I decided to go do some shopping at the Hippie Fair in Ipanema and then go to the beach. Apparently we took the wrong bus and ended up in Leblon. No problem, we'll just make this a beach day. Which is exactly what we did.

And it's a good thing too! We met some Americans from Knoxville, Tennessee who we are hoping to hang out with this week. And, small world. The one girl taught in Siguatepeque, Honduras and knows some of the friends that I made there.

1 comment:

  1. Happy - you look so happy! But I still hope you come home :)