Life in Brasil: Duas Semanas

French boy: “Voce gosta para viajar?”

Leah’s reply: “Nao, nao gusto peixe.”

I don’t know what is becoming harder to speak now- English or Portuguese.

“I am so hot.”

Eu falo… retarded.

New restaurant at school, Quality Foods, is going to be the death of my wallet.

Walked two blocks down the street and my favorite sandals went KAPUT.

Leah wanted to see sloths. So we went to see them. We saw Favelas instead.

Mission sloth incomplete and utter failure.

Bailey: “I really don’t want to get raped today.” Leah: “It’s ok, you’ll have a good story at least.” Thanks, Leah.

I saw a side of town Monday I don’t ever want to see again.

Leah can clothesline a B.

JAJAJAJAJAJJAJA

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

RARARARARARARRA

RSRSRSRSRSRSR

HSUAHSUAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I laugh too much here. But I love it, so do my abs.

Is it getting cooler here or did my body already adjust?!

I had the best date with Ryan- on skype.

Really need to buy sandals. Sperrys don’t go with dresses.

Got to see Joe Jett!

Thursday night = CHAOS.

Friday morning = DEAD.

There is nothing like waking up to a singing drunk mob of Colombians at 5am.

Woke up Friday morning after little sleep. Freaked out when my phone said it was 12:45. School starts at 1pm and takes 30 min to walk there. Frantically try to wake everybody up. Complete failure. Decide to get ready and go. Randomly decide to get on my comp. Turns out, it is only 10am and I am a complete idiot. Back to sleep!

Slept through history of “Avenue Paulista” in class.

Samba history: MUITO CHATO

Samba dancing: MUITO DIVERTIDO

I am in love with Forro. I can’t wait to teach Ryan how to dance to it J

He is working out and it is SHOWING and I am LOVING it. Babbyy looks GOOD !

I am still going to win the bet hehe ;)

I wish there was a dislike button for the new French boys.

“You don’t speak English, you speak American” Oookkk jerk.

I love hearing Jenna’s stories about them; it is like watching the Real Life on MTV.

Some days you gotta dance.

First homemade dinner in Brasil. I own this kitchen.

I think I am merging.

Cheap pastels…. Yummy.

Bastardos Inglorious

I love you, Brad Pitt.

Rain, rain, go away, don’t come again another day.

Dear Mother Nature: Please do not rain this weekend. Dear SP Bus: Please do not be too expensive, I would really like to go to the beach for my birthday. Is that too much to ask for? Thank you.

Saturday: SHOPPING. Sunday: BEACH. Monday: GREY’S ANATOMY

Pair of flip flops for R$53 ??? No thank you.

I want a pair of those wacked out shorts.

I love him.

Smoking kills you and those around you. Thank you for taking years off my life...

Still haven’t found new sandals.

JP is my hero J

BIRTHDAY BEACH PARTY IN BRASIL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jabaquara is sketch. Let’s not go there again.

“If I get raped, I am blaming you JP.”

Cervejas. Thongs. Speedos. Waves. Sun. Suco. Sorvete. Pastel de Carne.

Massive mud fight was AWESOME.

Bought myself a birthday present. Scratch that- I BARTERED for my birthday present.. in Portuguese. Wait, scratch that too- JP bartered for me.

I want a onesie.

I love MENNER.

Hairy butt. EWW.

Hunka Hunk of Burning Love!!!

Wish you were here.

Federico’s shoulder = pillow.

JP = pole

McDonald’s for my birthday dinner was surprisingly amazing.

I love being an American.

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER.

Leah surprised me with a birthday cake and candles. I love you Leah.

Skyped Ryan- he got to sing happy birthday to me with everybody here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

(in 3 different languages)

This week was the BEST week ever.

Life in Brasil: Uma Semana

Goodbye America. Hellllloo Brazil.

Biggest plane I have ever seen. Personal movie screen… fine by me!

Sunrise over the Amazon in Manuas- most peaceful and humbling experience to wake up to.

Sao Paulo. Fique mais um dia.

Taxi drivers are crazy. Scratch that. All drivers are crazy.

No internet. No phone. Momentary panic.

Organized Chaos.

Corn and ham pizza anybody?!

Caiparinhas- salute.

Time change is killing me. Can’t fall sleep, can’t wake up.

Liberdade.

Ready to take on another day full of adventure J

First day of school: I did not understand a word said all day. Crap.

Apparently FAAP failed to mention the random couple joining us in our apartment for the night… very interesting. Not to mention awkward.

Second day of school: better. I am in the “slow group” with the other Americans.

French couple still here.

“The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.”

Saw Allie Girl on Skype.

Saw a prostitute on my street.

Saw another prostitute on my street.

This week = a blur.

French boy broke my bed. Bad day. Called Dad crying. Miss home.

It is Friday. Where did the week go?

Miss Ryan.

First field trip: Pateo do Collegio (somewhat boring) & Municipal Market (absolutely delicious Bolinho de Bacalhau).

French couple finally left. Bed still broken.

Tonight is going to get rowdy… Brazilian stlye J

Paola’s birthday. Party at our place. Colombian boys sang till sunup. I admire their energy.

Ryan finally realized five years is too long. Thank god.

Homesick.

Bed still broken.

When I walked out of my 4 hour class (all in Portuguese) today, it dawned on me that I actually understood ALMOST EVERYTHING !!!!! It is the most accomplished feeling ever. Eu sou muito alegre J

Eu vou jogar FUTEBOL hoje com meus amigos !!! whoo whoo

Just kidding. Forgot to bring the ball. No futebol today.

I praise the day I do not wake up with 20 gazillion new mosquito bites.

Ryan looks so handsome in his uniform tonight. Wish I could have been his date L

Lost myself in an American world for a few hours today. How refreshing.

Hellllo Jude Law.

Finally found fountain drinks- wish I hadn’t.

I am in love with café com leite.

I want bdubbs.

Bed is still broken. Back hurts like hell.

Love the Colombians. They are so much fun.

Love Paola. She is a sweetheart.

Tried to go to sloth park. Got lost. Stumbled upon amazing restaurant instead.

FINALLY- a real grocery store.

I have forgotten how to speak English. This is not a joke.

Portuspanglish. Engliguese. Oh god. Help.

i have a home in poa !!!

I am going to marry Ryan Cole Endicott.

I REALLY want bdubbs.

Today I journeyed to hell and back. I would have taken pictures, but was too scared of getting raped, killed, and then eaten to attract attention to myself. True story.

Talked to Mal. I need to keep in touch better. Don’t want to be too much out of the loop when I move in with the girls next August.

First home-cooked meal tonight: Carne com arroz. Muito bom.

My life if changing. I think I like it.

Need to do homework.

Need to get my bed fixed.

Need to see my boyfriend.