Wow, I have a lot to write about. Maybe, I should start with the title.
Readers, beware! I will talk about poop. Lets just say my boyfriend appropriately gave me the nickname Poopzilla because I don't....go....for about 6 days at a time. You can imagine the rest. Uh, Embarrassing. Hi Mom and Dad, I brought this girl from the states. You can't say Courtney, so just call her Poopzilla! To combat my little IBS stomach, I bought some Activia. That shit better work. For the sake of my shit.
I have renamed my boyfriend Booger Castro. I did this because as soon as we got to Viçosa he got sick, and he is just now recovering. As a result, he has lost 20lbs.+ of MUSCLE!. He gets sick for a couple weeks (a cold...c'mon!), pouts a bit, and loses 20 lbs. So, now he is and will forever be, Booger. However, we started the gym again (thank God) and he has already put back on at least 5 of those lost. That stinker had only 5.5% fat. I have lost 3 lbs. since I got here (not wanting to at all and eating those beautiful, wonderful, delicious pastels de frango.) Who knows how?! Probably because we walk everywhere. Or...because...
Brazilians got it going on!
Their way of living makes it easy for them to be thin. Americans should take some notes on this.
1) They eat a delicious carbo-loaded breakfast! This makes total sense because you need to replenish your body of the nutrients lost and prepare yourself for the day ahead.
2) They walk everywhere. You actually SEE your neighbors and friends on a day to day basis.
3) They have a 2 hour lunch break. You actually get to enjoy your lunch. And they do! Lunch is the largest meal. Everyone is home! We eat, talk, nap and then we go back to work or school.
4) Do you want me to keep going? Because, I could. And I will. Just, not now.
This part: for women only! (Dad close your eyes and scroll)
Brazilians don't having it going on (as far as I'm concerned) in the tampon area. They cost about 1$ a "pon" and don't have applicators...
Readers, beware! I will talk about poop. Lets just say my boyfriend appropriately gave me the nickname Poopzilla because I don't....go....for about 6 days at a time. You can imagine the rest. Uh, Embarrassing. Hi Mom and Dad, I brought this girl from the states. You can't say Courtney, so just call her Poopzilla! To combat my little IBS stomach, I bought some Activia. That shit better work. For the sake of my shit.
I have renamed my boyfriend Booger Castro. I did this because as soon as we got to Viçosa he got sick, and he is just now recovering. As a result, he has lost 20lbs.+ of MUSCLE!. He gets sick for a couple weeks (a cold...c'mon!), pouts a bit, and loses 20 lbs. So, now he is and will forever be, Booger. However, we started the gym again (thank God) and he has already put back on at least 5 of those lost. That stinker had only 5.5% fat. I have lost 3 lbs. since I got here (not wanting to at all and eating those beautiful, wonderful, delicious pastels de frango.) Who knows how?! Probably because we walk everywhere. Or...because...
Brazilians got it going on!
Their way of living makes it easy for them to be thin. Americans should take some notes on this.
1) They eat a delicious carbo-loaded breakfast! This makes total sense because you need to replenish your body of the nutrients lost and prepare yourself for the day ahead.
2) They walk everywhere. You actually SEE your neighbors and friends on a day to day basis.
3) They have a 2 hour lunch break. You actually get to enjoy your lunch. And they do! Lunch is the largest meal. Everyone is home! We eat, talk, nap and then we go back to work or school.
4) Do you want me to keep going? Because, I could. And I will. Just, not now.
This part: for women only! (Dad close your eyes and scroll)
Brazilians don't having it going on (as far as I'm concerned) in the tampon area. They cost about 1$ a "pon" and don't have applicators...
America 1 : Brazil -1
Ok, done. Dad, you can read again.
A couple of my girlfriends were traveling throughout SA came to Rio, so Gustavo and I met them there. It was so much fun. It was so nice having someone of the same sex to talk to! We relaxed on Ipanema beach, ate and drank. The second I left them, I had a weird feeling. It finally, finally hit me. I am going to be gone a year. It wasn't real to me before, but saying goodbye to those girls made it crystal clear. Then, another thing happened. For the first time in my life, I was homesick. I have been abroad before. I went to college away from home. But, this feeling of homesickness was miserable. I missed my mommy first. I missed coming home from work and seeing her always so happy. I missed almost making my dad laugh (I can see him cracking a smile behind his crossword.) I missed talking to my sisters. I missed going out with my girlfriends. I missed my Charlie. So, I cried. I think Gustavo was surprised because
I don't think he had ever seen me cry. (Not even when I got my Britney waxed.)
We drove home to Viçosa the next day and when we pulled up to his parents house, I felt the greatest sense of relief. I felt like I was home. I new my way around the city. And, miraculously, I could understand A LOT more Portuguese! HALLELUJAH!
I start teaching English next week. That should be interesting.
Thats all for now folks!
Ok, done. Dad, you can read again.
A couple of my girlfriends were traveling throughout SA came to Rio, so Gustavo and I met them there. It was so much fun. It was so nice having someone of the same sex to talk to! We relaxed on Ipanema beach, ate and drank. The second I left them, I had a weird feeling. It finally, finally hit me. I am going to be gone a year. It wasn't real to me before, but saying goodbye to those girls made it crystal clear. Then, another thing happened. For the first time in my life, I was homesick. I have been abroad before. I went to college away from home. But, this feeling of homesickness was miserable. I missed my mommy first. I missed coming home from work and seeing her always so happy. I missed almost making my dad laugh (I can see him cracking a smile behind his crossword.) I missed talking to my sisters. I missed going out with my girlfriends. I missed my Charlie. So, I cried. I think Gustavo was surprised because
I don't think he had ever seen me cry. (Not even when I got my Britney waxed.)We drove home to Viçosa the next day and when we pulled up to his parents house, I felt the greatest sense of relief. I felt like I was home. I new my way around the city. And, miraculously, I could understand A LOT more Portuguese! HALLELUJAH!
I start teaching English next week. That should be interesting.
Thats all for now folks!
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