Maresias!!

It was spectacular seeing this roaring beach town, which has been roaring in so many ways since the high season started. Storms, parties, people, and more! Dare I mention the gorgeous women who walked every which way in wedgie-style bikinis! It is something to behold that I can not behold because it is way beyond my party capacity. That is to say this past weekend my exhaustion gauge has been in the red for almost every minute (maybe not when I got a kiss from this beautiful girl at five in the morning at the club we showed up to just an hour earlier!). We left the club at eight in the morning, retrieved our belongings and began our painful 5 hour bus ride back.

I have been pushed and have crawled to the peak of exhaustion too find that I barely have the energy needed for the descent.

Goodnight!

News from SP

Well here I am, ten days in, with one update on my trip. Sorry to the two or so people that have checked up and seen nothing. So first of all Happy Birthday Mom! Secondly, here is my current situation:

I am living in a beautiful house built into a hill, and my room has two door-sized windows that open up to a huge terrace. I go to sleep and wake up with the city air, sounds and view all around me. My hosts in this awesome home are awesome! The two sons are incredibly musically talented, and they are a lot of fun. I walk fifteen minutes to school everyday where I stay for six hours study lots of Portuguese. This short period of three weeks definitely fits the intensive description (ergo few blog posts), but it will pay off in Bahia and actually already has, as I have gone out to the bars and had some quality conversations with some quality conversation partners. Walter has been here since Saturday night, and we have been having a great time in between my classes and naps

The best part so far has been the churasco that my host family had Sunday at the house. This is a Brazilian barbeque and it is awesome! We hung out and picked at delicious meat and fish and bread and cheese fresh off the grill, we drank, and we played and listened to music for about five hours. Walter was there, and we went out to the clubs after the churasco. Just an awesome day!

Forgive me for the lack of updates. Hopefully I will be blogging sooner with some good inspiration for a good story. It definitely could take place after this coming weekend on the beach in Maresias with Walter and DJ Dodgie.

Portuguese Schizophrenia

We hit the ground running! I have been exhausted since my flight landed, and it would have been nice to enjoy the beaches as I adjusted and rested for my first week in Brazil, but I couldn’t do that because I will be here for six whole months and needed to spend my break time with the fam, or at least those that remained in the United States the past couple weeks. The alternative to the beach plan has been information overload, and as a result I feel like Tommy Callahan doing long division. Let’s just say my brain is working over full capacity and the result is schizophrenia (most likely mild). This has taken the form of long internal conservations in Portuguese in the middle of the night. And I’m still exhausted!

OK. So now I vented, and can get on to the external happenings of the last two days. We have had many orientation seminars, and I opted for all mine in Portuguese. All these information heavy presentations have been at the hotel we have been staying at. The first night, the younger staff took us out to the clubs and after a couple caipirinhas, we danced the night away in Brazilian fashion. Things I will be wary of the next time I go out to the clubs are: fun overload, infectious music, sexy Brazilian meninas and the excessive dancing and water loss that follows. Last night I had dinner with my host mother and held a conversation the entire time! She is very nice and has two sons, 29 and 26 years, who work in São Paulo and share similar interests with me. I move into their house in a couple hours! Also, I have been pleasantly surprised by my Portuguese.

I hope that will suffice because I lost my train of thought.

Thanks Mom and Dad!