|Brazil fan in Paranapiacaba|
|Dancing with Tia Elena, who always takes me to fun places!|
|The New York Times said to visit this bar in the Barra Funda neighbourhood of São Paulo, so I did! (Well, to tell the truth, I went there first!)|
|Bar by the beach in Iguape|
|The neighbourhood gang celebrating my birthday last year|
|Checking out plants and bugs in an abandoned lot with my biologist buddy, Oliver|
1) I like to sing Luan Santana, Michel Teló and evangelical pop at the top of my lungs.
2) I think a meal without meat and rice isn't real food ("Mãe, não quero isso, quero comiiiida!") Plain white rice, however, is delicious!
3) I regularly stay up until midnight. (This is my parents' fault more than Brazil's, of course.)
4) I think that putting salt on or in random things, like oranges or milk, is a good idea. (This may be because I'm three, not because I'm Brazilian...but I think the two are related.)
5) I speak broken English, or none at all. (The video below shows me at the height of my English-speaking abilities, on the eve of returning to Brazil after 6 weeks in Canada.) I refer to cupcakes as "bolinhos" and regularly mix up "oatmeal" and "omelette" (leading to a crying fit the other day when I discovered that I was being served omelette, when I was expecting oatmeal!)
6) I am confused by household appliances, demanding long explanations when I see a dishwasher or dryer.
7) When left alone for a few minutes at my grandma's house, I take advantage of my freedom to eat salty snacks, put on my cousin's high heels, and watch really, really bad television.
|Caught! (Yes, it's Faustão....)|