Good Luck... on your wedding day.


One of my students reminded me yesterday of a conversation I had with her a few months ago. It was about a phrase that is commonly used in Brazil for weddings. Every time I think of this conversation it makes me laugh a bit. I find these slight cultural differences really facilitating and entertain most of the time.

We were talking about the phrase "good luck". She had mentioned to me that she says "good luck" to a bride and groom. I said "hold up". I need to get this straight in my head. "You wished the bride and groom good luck?" I asked. She then told me that it was very common to say this to a bride and groom. I still couldn't get this phrase to settle in my head as a good thing to say to a newly married couple.

The image that this phrase in the context of a wedding night brings to my head is not good. I was trying to picture in my mind being at a wedding. I go to hug the bride and groom and then cross my fingers and tell them "good luck". To me, telling someone "good luck" on the wedding day, translates into something other than I wish you happiness in your life. It roughly translates in my mind to, "wow you are brave" and "I wouldn't do it myself but good luck in your courageous dive into the deep end of the pool". I could just imagine my best friend glancing over at my spouse and saying "good luck". Oh the image makes me laugh.

Apparently in a culture where sarcasm isn't widely used nor understood, the term "Boa Sorte" or "Good Luck" is perfectly fine and normal to use at a wedding. So... Good Luck all you newlyweds out there!!! ... nope, sorry I still can't say it without feeling the sarcasm in the phrase.

Brazil vs. USA (Cultural Differences)

I’ve been mulling over where I should pick this blog back up. I have shown a lot of information about food and traditions here in Brazil but I think this blog is in desperate need of some cultural and social comparisons with the country I was born.
Here they are and in no rational order.Oh and please keep in mind that these are just my opinions!!!

USA
BRAZIL
I will do it alone
We will do it together
Omit the truth = Liar Liar Pants On Fire!
Omit the truth= Harmony and Peace
No!
Let’s see, well, perhaps, Maybe
Confront me= bring it on, I could use some good advice.
Confront me= You are being rude to me.
Tell me exactly what you expect me to do, or how you would like me to react.
Ambiguous communication to put across and ever expanding range of emotional responses.
The social protocol is the same for everyone.
Members of different social groups have different social protocol.
Authority= you have earned it.
Authority = anyone older, more educated or richer than me. And the police are exempt from consideration.
Go out and earn a living my child.
Stay home and help me out a bit longer.
Be fruitful and multiply (in your own home)
Be semi-fruitful and multiply once or perhaps twice (in our home).
Grandma and Grandpa can be found in room 3382A at the local nursing home.
Grandma and Grandpa can be found down the hall on the right, just past Mom and Dad’s room.
Let’s have a BBQ = Just the immediate family and maybe a few friends.
Let’s have a BBQ= Anyone who has our blood running though their veins and all of their neighbors. Oh and don’t forget the family pets as well.
Beer= Let’s get drunk.
Beer= Damn it is hot and I am thirsty.
I alone stand… I alone fall.
We stand together… We fall together.
Moving out= Get a house in a different city, county and perhaps state.
Moving out= buying the house or apartment a block from Mom’s place.
18= don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
18= you have 10 more years to settle down with a partner and get married. After that, we will talk about buying you the house next door.
Not making it to parent teacher conference= you don’t love or support your child nor his/her education.
Not making it to parent teacher conference= you probably had the best of intention but Aunt Carolina came for coffee just as you were grabbing your keys to leave.
Billy is going to be expelled from school= I am taking my lawyer with me to the meeting.
Billy is going to be expelled from school= He probably deserves what punishment they give him. I will admit fault and they will go easy on him.
If your voice is loud= you are being aggressive and screaming at me.
If your voice is loud= what do you mean my voice is loud… this is how I normally talk.
Party time: from 6:00 – 12:30
Party time: What??? Nobody can tell me when the party stops!!! If it’s over, come to my place and we will continue.

I need some sun.

What is up with all the clouds? It has been cloudy for almost a full week and a half. There was a tiny ray of sun that came through the clouds the day before yesterday and it felt so weird. I was sitting in the car waiting for a friend of mine to come out of his dentist appointment, when my arm started to itch. I looked down and there was one little strip of light that was running across my arm. I looked at the street and there was no other place it was hitting. It felt weird to think that quite possibly I was the only person in the whole city who felt the sun that whole day. Is it possible? Weird if I was. Almost as weird and impossible as being the only one awake in the entire city at one given time. That would feel really weird I think.  Hmmm now my mind is wandering. I should bring it back.

So, Brazil without sun is a little depressing, but I am sure soon enough I am going to be begging for the clouds and rain.

I swear I have not stopped.

I swear I am not done writing in this blog. I have just had a lot of things going on this last month. I will be back this week just as before. So... please stay tuned :)

Happy (belated) Independence day Brazil.

I know I am a day late... but I just want to wish Brazil a Happy Independence day!

Brazil gained independence from Portugal on 7 September 1822, when Dom Pedro I, stood his ground against the rule of the portuguese king.

Here is a little bit from wikipedia about the event.

When King João VI finally returned to Portugal, in the early 1820s, most of the privileges that had been accorded to Brazil were rescinded, sparking the ire of local nationalists. Pedro, who had remained in the country as regent, sided with the nationalist element and even supported the Portuguese Constitutionalist movement that led to the revolt in Porto in 1820. When pressed by the Portuguese court to return, he refused. For that, he was demoted from regent to a mere representative of the Lisbon court in Brazil. This news reached him on 7 September 1822, when he had just arrived in São Paulo, from a visit to the port of Santos. On the banks of the Ipiranga River, he unsheathed his sword, removed the blue and white Portuguese shield from his coat, and declared "Independence or death!" This later became his famous speech O grito do Ipiranga (The Cry of Ipiranga). He was proclaimed Emperor of Brazil on 12 October his 24th birthday, and crowned on December 1.

There would still be a few years of battles before the portuguese finally surrendered , but this does go once again to show you how the actions of one man can change the lives of so many people.

Happy Independence day Brazil!

I took the week off... sorry!

I took a week off from blogging, not because I had something important to do, but because I didn’t feel much like writing last week. I woke up this morning feeling a lot better and decided to go ahead and get this out of my way.  I have done quite a bit this morning in the short hour I have been awake. I don’t usually find the energy to get going right away, but I did  today.
* cleaned bird poop off the wall,
* threw the blankets the dog peed on in the wash
* cleaned up dog poop from the sun room.
Actually come to think of it, the whole time was spent cleaning up pet messes. I guess that must be just a little of what it feels like to be a mom, you wake up to clean up the mess from yesterday.  I am not complaining, just wish these animals more control of where they decide to relieve themselves.

Follow up to... "Visiting a Dr. in Brazil"

I feel I have hit a milestone, that’s right… I am so darn proud of myself that it has come to this. When your blog actually gets readers, there comes along with those readers, questions or concerns about a topic. It will happen on occasion (but hopefully not very often) that you have to retract, adjust, explain or make less complicated something you have posted. So, I have hit that milestone (applause). I have found it necessary to EXPLAIN a bit more about the post titled “Visiting a Dr. in Brazil”.

Here were the issues that a few readers brought to my attention, and I feel that some things need clarification, not justification, just plain old clarification.

The example I gave of a “regular” Dr. office visit in the USA, was based on my “Personal” experience. I NEVER once had a consultation at a Dr.'s office that was a converted home. In fact, the only time I had any type of appointment in a home was when I was taking piano lessons ( a nightmare I would like to forget).  So, I was speaking based on experience. As was mentioned by a reader, in the past, there were a lot of homes that were Dr.'s offices.  So, for people my parents age, it must not seem as strange, but as things develop you would naturally assume that as people see the “Office” advance to structures such as clinics built as clinics and not as homes. With the change, you would expect to see attitudes change as well, and even though the service provided is of the same level, you would see a prejudice or preference for something that “feels” modern. Or am I wrong?

This might not be the best example, but when I was back home visiting family last November, and I was riding home from the flea market with my brothers. My brother's phone rang and his little girl was on the phone. She was all excited about getting this “Old Fashioned” candy bar. She told him all about it, how it came in a foil wrapper and how cool that was. It turned out it was a Symphony  Bar… the very same candy we ate as teenagers. To us, it was a bar we ate as kids, yet to her it was this “old fashioned” candy and it was so different that it was exciting to her to experience eating it. So, I guess you could say that the experience of sitting in a converted home, waiting to be called to the old kitchen to see the Dr. was like me holding an “old fashioned” candy bar. It was so strange, interesting… but will I like it? Is it as good? I don’t know… because I have never experienced it.

The second clarification I need to make is about the Brazilian example I gave. I had a comment from a Brazilian who said… “I have never had a Dr.'s appointment in a home, that makes it sound really bad. “. I then stopped to think about why my experience would be so entirely different from that of a Brazilian. I mean, I have been to about 15 different doctors and all but one was in a house. I then realized that there must be something about the way a Brazilian sees the building. I think they are viewing it as a clinic because that is what they know. It doesn't remind them of a home.  I hope I was clear with one thing though, the doctor does not work from home, but the office is a converted home. That means, at some point the place was used as a home or was built as a home originally. At some point the home went through renovations to become an office. I guess though to a Brazilian this isn't always as evident as it is to someone who is not used to it.

As I sit here writing this, I am waiting for Mariana outside of an “office”. The office was obviously once a home, you can tell it is a home because there is a bathtub in the bathroom. And believe me… a bathtub in a home in Brazil is a rare thing, so in a Dr.'s office, it is an even stranger fixture.  I look up the street and there are 6 Doctor's offices and every single one of them is in a home. They are Clinics, built in what was once a personal house.

Just like in the USA, depending on the amount of money you have, you can have a completely different experience. In Brazil just like the USA, money talks. If you have nothing, your service is different than if you can pay for a private doctor to give you bedside treatment in your own home. 

In Brazil they have had free public health care (I will post about it some other time, since it is a topic that is interesting to me. ) as well as expensive private insurance. If you have money, you can afford modern and advanced health-care. However, that does NOT take away from the FACT that MANY doctors still practice from CONVERTED homes. 

One last point I would like to clarify is when I talked about Dr.’s not giving proper examinations. I have walked away from several appointments feeling like the doctor only listened and did not look. That is MY experience. I have also had the same problem in the states on occasion.  I do have two really good doctors who do a complete exam each time I go to the office. That type of treatment is what I am used to from doctors. I didn’t mean that all  doctors only listen and don’t examine, It all depends on the quality of Dr. I recently went to a stomach doctor (the same one who sent me for a colonoscopy) and she never once sat me on her table to push, poke or do any type of exam. It was all verbal. However the first stomach doctor I went to was very good and did a complete exam. So, each doctor is a separate case. 

So, in all of this… I just want to make it very clear, I don’t feel like there is a lack of education or lack of experience with doctors here. If you get sick in Brazil, you are going to have a good level of care, you won’t be left to die or have to worry any more or less about malpractice. It is just a different experience for me, and sort of like holding that “old fashioned” candy bar… it‘s “old fashioned“ nature makes it  something "new" for me to experience.

My Miniatures.

So, here is the collection. (click each image to take a closer look)








































Medical tests update.

I have now completed the mountain of tests I had to take to find out what is causing pain in the abdomen as well as dizziness.  I have not seen the doctor but I have been able to look at some of the test results.

Ultrasound - shows multiple microcysts in both ovaries, a grade 3 tipped uterus that is putting pressure on the colon and tailbone (might explain some issues).

MRI- have not got the results back.

Hearing and balance test: Nothing wrong with my hearing or any of the other 15 things they checked that day. They put a gun in my ear that shot hot and cold air as well as noise and that made me soooooo dizzy and I was sick the whole next day.

Colonoscopy- I suffered a lot during the 48 hours of liquid diet, the test part was a breeze. They found a polyp that has been removed and is being sent for tests.

So, what I have left to do is the Endometriosis tests. As well as get the results back from the MRI and one other exam I did.

Conclusion- I don't have one yet, but I will let you know when I do.

Phonetics.... my nightmare!

So, here is something personal, not a lot of people know about me... I am was terrible at English phonetics!

I was reminded of this the other day when I realized that my spelling in Portuguese is much better than my spelling in English. I also find Portuguese Phonetics much easier than English. I really don't know what part of my brain wasn't working in grade school, but it was such a nightmare for me.

In grade school, I had to attend special classes for a few hours a day because I had a little bit of dyslexia as well as I was having a big issue with phonetics. It was more ammunition for the kids who were already taunting me about my leg braces. I got a lot of snickers and heckles about having to leave class for a few hours to attend the "special" class. It was difficult and I hated being called out of class like that, but it was worth it.  I ended up having to learn to read by the EVIL "sight words".  I had to memorize what a word looked like in order to know what it was. I could not just "sound it out" as I was being told to do. Learning to read this way did complicate things for a while, when a word I had never seen would appear, I was lost.  I guess my brain adjusted over the few years I was attending the class and both the dyslexia and the phonetic issues dissipated. I could phonetically sound things out, but sight words were the start I needed.
 

So, 20 years later and I am speaking my 3rd language and I am starting to realize that the phonetics of English language are  much more difficult than both Spanish and Portuguese. Portuguese doesn't have the massive list of rules for decoding the phonetics like English does. When I use phonetics in Portuguese, it makes sense! I think English Phonetics are complicated by the foreign language influences. We have adopted so many foreign words and changed the spellings to fit our own tongue that they become difficult to identify, pronounce and spell, we then have to create phonetic decoding rules to adjust. Phonetics in the English language work, but only to a certain extent. You step beyond the basic English words and things get very complicated and letter combination  in one word can sound completely different in another word.

Portuguese is a difficult language to learn, but I can attest to it being phonetically easier than English... and that is about it. 

Visiting a Dr. in Brazil.

I thought about writing this a few times, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to articulate exactly what it is like to visit a doctor in Brazil. There are so many things that are different and the whole experience is something you must try yourself to appreciate the differences in how things are done.

My first experience at a doctor's office here in Brazil was quite strange. I felt really uncomfortable with the whole experience and was not really sure what to think. I had many illnesses as a child and when I developed Legg- Calvé- Perthes syndrome, I spent a whole lot of time in and out of the doctor's office. I think my experience with the medical world as a child, made it much more difficult to accept the differences in the way things are done here in Brazil.

I think a typical American experience at the Dr's office goes something like this... ( maybe my Brazilian friends might find this different) You make an appointment with the Dr. who is a general practitioner. You arrive at the clinic (generally a building specific for the doctor or a group of doctors) and announce your arrival at the reception desk. You wait in a large and usually spacious waiting room, fill out your forms (if there are any to fill out). There might be a small play area for the kids as well as chairs for the adults. You are then called back to the doctors area, where you enter one of several exam rooms. You wait in the exam room until the doctor sees you.  Sometimes your wait in the exam room can take as long as the wait in the waiting room. The Dr, comes in (usually you are sitting on the bed or in a chair) he sits on his little chair in front of you. If there is a desk it is usually up against a wall and not usually used as a barrier between him and the patient. The Dr. spends most of his time next to you, asking questions and examining you. Then he either orders some tests or writes a prescription. If he orders tests, most of the time the x-ray's and blood work are taken in the same office on the same day. If it is an exam which allows you to have results in a few minutes, he will send you off to do that. You will then return to the room and wait for him to return with your result. You get the results and any prescriptions or medical preparations are given at the moment. If you need to see a specialist, you are given a referral at that time. You leave the room walking past all the other patients rooms where the doctor has now returned to attending. The doctor usually has several  rooms with patients and he/she goes from one room to another attending several patients in the hour.

The Brazilian Dr. Office experiences that I have had. You need to make a general guess of what you think your problem might be. Look up a specialist in that area (whom your insurance works with), make an appointment. If they are a good doctor, you can expect a few weeks to months of wait. If you have no clue what your problem is, you go to a general practitioner for them to guess it for you.

Doctors Office.
Waiting Room.
The Doctors Consultation.
You arrive at the clinic but instead of the idea of a special building, most clinics are just regular homes (see image) that have the rooms inside equipt with the medical equipment.  This was something difficult for me, It was very different to be walking into a house and not a clinic. Then you speak to the receptionist and are seated in a small waiting room. Usually the living room  or even entry way of a small house. Then you are called back to see the doctor. The doctor is always seated behind a desk and contact with the doctor is minimal. You are the only patient he has at the time, and there is only one office where he has patients in and out of.  You talk about your issues with the doctor and he goes on typing or writing what you say. Then, he might or might not examine you, based on what he thinks it might be. You will then receive a prescription or an order for tests. Most offices do not have the x-ray machines or any diagnosing equipment, so you must go to a third source to take these tests. You can talk about any and all of your medical problems  with the specialist and they will treat or send you to be treated for each thing. For example, I went to an endocrinologist and she then told me who I should see for my skin problems as well as my hip problems. The following visits with the endocrinologist included me giving her updates on those other issues as well. So, there is no need to make separate appointments to speak about separate issues.
You take your prescriptions and requests for blood work or x-rays to the third source (usually a specialized clinic in diagnostics). You then wait for several days for the results. You pick up the results and take them to your next scheduled appointment with your doctor.

One interesting thing that never happened to me in the USA is that I am the one who keeps all my x-rays and all my exam results. The doctor only looks at them, makes notes and then returns them to me before I leave the office. I have a little stack of all my exams an x-rays here in my closet. No need to ask the doctor for a medical history report.

So, the things that were very difficult for me. The office being a home can seem very informal and can cause you to make a judgment about the doctor based on the condition of the home.  I have only one Dr. who I see in an actual clinic that was built for that purpose, the rest are all in converted homes. I mean, seriously... the only doctors I knew who did work from a house were the doctors who lost their license and were hiding the practice. Another issue is the doctor sitting behind a desk and not very interactive with the patient during the consultation. This can seem a little intimidating and a bit formal. I also don't like having to get my exams done by a 3rd source and not being able to walk down the hall to get my x-ray done.

Things I like. I like that the doctor has devoted attention to me, he isn't running off to attend another patient down the hall, and I don't wait for him, he waits for me. I like that I don't need a referral, I can go straight to the specialist (if you know what your problem is this can cut down several weeks of waiting to solve the issue). I like that I get to keep my exam results and I like that I can take a look at them any old time I want. It comes in handy when I try to explain to people that I have less than half my hip left. Somehow an x-ray is worth a thousand words in that case.

So, tell me what you think? Would these things bug you? Would you be able to take a doctor seriously if you were being attended in a converted bedroom, bathroom, kitchen?

Only read if you have a strong stomach.

Here is where my personal life is going to get really mixed up in my blog.
I have had a battery of tests the past few days and tomorrow evening it will all end with a bang as I get my first ever colonoscopy.  I was given a piece of paper that told me what I have to do to prepare my bowls. The last time I ate was last night and I won't be eating anything solid again until almost 48 hours later. I think the thing that scares me the most is not the exam (since I will be sedated for that it doesn't scare me) but the preparation. Basically I have to survive on liquids and laxatives for 48 hours.

It makes me wonder... How, when someone gives a hoot, we can make amazing advancements in medical treatment, but when nobody cares, and there is no funding, we are stuck with "whatever works the best". I find it amazing that we can break up kidney stones with lasers, make major heart and organ repairs with keyhole surgery, but I still have to sit on the toilet for 2 days to have someone look at my colon. I could have my hip replaced and be in my recovery bed in the amount of time it takes me to clean out my bowel for someone to have a look.

I guess the whole prospect of 2 days of no eating is the most scary when you have blood sugar issues. I have really bad sugar drops about 2 to 3 hours after I eat. I am really scared I am going to have a drop during the next 48 hours.

I guess I should just stop worrying about it and get on with it... but then again, that just isn't how my head works.
I will see you all later with an update.

All I want for Christmas is... Hot water and sun!

I have found myself walking from spot to spot in the house and yard the past few days. I am searching for sun to warm me up. Since most places here don't have heating, it gets a bit nippy during the winter.

I guess the reason most people don't bother putting heaters in the home is because winter is so short, and heating is so expensive.

I talked about showers in a previous post, so you can read about them there. My shower has gone out 2 times this winter and we are going to buy a new one tomorrow. The electric unit in this one burnt out because we were trying to get the water hot enough in that cold bathroom. The only setting on it that works is "warm" and that doesn't help when your whole bathroom is tile and freezing cold. We end up having to turn the pressure down so low that quite frankly I can spit more than comes out of the shower head at that point. So, tomorrow is payday and I am off to buy a new one.

By the time Christmas rolls around, I will be at the beach complaining that the water is too hot! :D

Where is my change?

I purchased my fresh baked bread from the "padaria" (bakery) yesterday. I gave the cashier a R$ 1.00 note and expected 17 cents back. What I got back from him were two small pieces of candy. I stuffed the candy in my pocket and headed back home. I am totally used to this by now, and receiving two pieces of candy is sometimes better than getting stuck with no change at all.  In Brazil there is a coin shortage. The banks never coin enough change. So, a way that some merchants deal with the problem is by giving you back something of equal value  thus the two pieces of candy, each cost 10 cents.
The one cent coin is the most scarce and the government stopped production of them and so most retailers just round up the price to the nearest .5 or .10.
Now, I don't know what you get if you are a diabetic, but something tells me, you don't get special treatment. It is generally accepted that you will get short changed at the market. It adds up though. My friend's father saved up all the pieces of candy he got from the padaria for 3 months and took them all back to the padaria  and told the manager, ok, now here is your candy there is 15 bucks worth of candy here, I want my cash. The owner didn't accept them back, but ever since then, they have been very good about not giving him candy for change.
So, if you happen to be in Brazil and get a hand full of candy back as change, you know why.

Comida Mineira

I don't know how she does it, but every once in a while Mariana is able to convince her Dad to cook according to her whim.  This time it was Brazilian comfort food. Comida Mineira (Food from the region of Minas Gerais) is the beating heart of Brazilian cuisine.. Food from this region is considered comfort food for many Brazilians.
Here is a look at what we had this Sunday.
Left to right. Virado, Lombo de porco (top), Farofa (bottom), Linguiça calabresa,Torresmo, Couve (not shown here)

Virado: Prepared with beans that are cooked then recooked or refried with fat, salt, onions and garlic. You then add manioc flour until it absorbs all the juice.
In Brazil many dishes have a traditional day that they are served. This dish is usually served on a Monday. There are many variations to this dish.




 
Lombo de porco: There isn't much science to this dish, but if done right, you will end up with a delicious and tender meat. The dish is.. Pork loin, usually prepared with butter, salt, pepper, lemon or lime juice and potatoes.


Click here for larger image.
(left) Farofa: Is a very popular Brazilian dish. It is used as an accompaniment to meat. It usually enhances the meat flavor as well as adds a toasted smokey taste to the meat.  Farofa is mainly  made with manioc flour, but is typically enhanced with bacon fat, bacon, sausage, corn, boiled eggs and onions.
The origin of the dish is registered as the colonial period about 1500 when the first people from Portugal started to arrive.  The dish has remained a popular dish because of its great flavor. It is a very inexpensive and easy dish to make, as well. 

(center) Linguiça Calabresa: Sausage, but not the breakfast ones we are used to in the states. This sausage to me is much more similar to pepperoni in texture but not taste. Calabresa is really difficult for me to describe the taste, but it tastes delicious. It is typically fried with onions and served as is or on bread.

(right) Torresmo: Fried pork rinds. It isn't typical to only fry the skin like it is in the states. Torresmo usually contains the skin, a layer of fat, some meat and more fat. It is deep fried and served up hot and crispy just like the British Pork Crackling.

Couve: This dish reminds me of the South in the USA and I love it! It is made of thinly sliced leafs of collard greens. The greens are fried in fat with bacon, salt and garlic. This is a very traditional dish and is normally served with any one of the dishes described above. It has a wonderful flavor that just enhances the whole Mineira experience.

Anyone want to come over for dinner next Sunday?

Walking update...

Ok... just to update you, I am still walking 3 times a week. Today was killer. I decided to do the body for life way, where you increase your speed for so many minutes. IT KILLED ME! It still feels good though. It is funny how I wake up and think, oh after I go for a walk, I will stop and McDonalds and have a drink. Once I get done walking, I want nothing to do with McDonalds. It happens almost every morning that I get up to go. I have not once stopped at McDonalds, but I totally go with that in my mind.

By the way... McDonalds is expensive here. I actually have to pay a lot of money to get fat. So, I have no idea how this happened ;)

The Beast!

Yesterday I posted about laundry and I mentioned I wanted a dryer. It reminded me that my mom still has not seen a picture of "The Beast", so I will take care of that problem now. The Beast is what I lovingly call my washing machine. It is a nice little story about how I came to own it.

When I first moved to Brazil, I was not fully aware of how things worked here, despite having lived here before for a few years. There were still things I had never come across in the past. I had no idea that washing machines were sold by how many kilos of clothes they would wash. The washer I purchased seemed a bit small in size but I assumed it was just the brand. I didn't pay much attention to anything but the price of the machine.

I got the washing machine delivered and started my first load of clothes. It was only then that I noticed how small the basket really was, and that the center agitator was not there. I could only really fit about 2 pants and 3 or 4 shirts at one time. I took out the manual and started to read up. I noticed on the manual a giant 4 kilos in a big circle. I thought... wow that is one light weight washer. I asked myself...hum, does the machine really only weigh 4 kilos ? I went out to the machine, tipped it back on two legs and thought, well it is kinda light. Closed the manual and kept using the washer. It broke after a few weeks of use, I had it repaired and was told it was a broken spring. Well the same thing kept happening over and over. Then I pulled out the manual about 3 months into using the machine to look at some odd ball thing I was curious about. It was only then that Mariana pointed to the cover and said, wow it only washes 4 kilos of clothes at a time. Talk about a DOH moment. (insert sound effect) ;)

So, my new machine (now out of return date). was basically only good for washing a few items. I was trying to wash blankets and towels and jeans in the poor thing. I was stuck with it, because I had paid almost a grand for it. I used it for 4 years, it sat dormant for 1 year because I got to the point I could not stand it. I washed clothes by hand for a year before Mariana and I could get up enough money to buy an new one. It may not seem like a big deal, but it was a huge deal for me.

So, we took advantage of every cent we had to spend and we purchased "The Beast". She is actually a beauty but because she washes 15 kilos of clothes, I lovingly call her "The Beast". I was totally giddy when I got the machine home, I spent all week trying to overfill it. I can wash two massive blankets at one time, not that I needed to do it, I just did it because I could. Ha ha ha. I love it!

PS... don't make fun of the fact she is not a front loader... I worked at Sears and would never buy a front loader! :)  Here she is...
I love you!

Dirty Laundry.

Yes Mom, I'm rockin' the ASU shirt!!!
I don't have a clothes dryer. Don't look at me like I am crazy! It isn't very common to have a dryer in Brazil. In fact, I have yet to be invited into a home where there was actually a dryer residing. I know that part of the reason must be tradition, and the other must be because they are expensive. You can usually get a washing machine for about  R$1,000 bucks or less, but a dryer will cost you at least double if not triple that. I have my eye set on a dryer that costs about R$2,500.00  and my parents are not rich, so.. needless to say, it will be a while before I can afford that.

I don't mind hanging out the laundry. I find it fascinating that on a really hot day, my clothes are bone dry in about 20 min. The problem is, when my hips start hurting... I can't stand there long enough to hang it. I have to be moving this hip around or it locks up on me. I know, I know, I already sound like I am 75.

The other drawback to hanging out my laundry ... my socks! I swear that the manufactures of socks must assume everyone owns a dryer. My socks don't regain shape and just get bigger and bigger each time I wash them. I can't stand it! almost all of my socks are now considered "stay at home" socks. I have to buy new socks every few weeks, and they are not cheap.

So, if you think about the fact that most Brazilians don't use a clothes dryer, you can imagine that it is a fairly common sight to see clothes hanging from lines as you drive down the streets. However, in most areas, the clothes line has tactfully been hidden in the back yard, but you will on occasion see this...
Laundry Day

Garden Update.

It has only been a week and I have some seedlings growing. When I go to the room and open up the windows to give them some light each morning, I am totally excited to see how much they have grown. Every day there are some new ones poking out of the dirt.
I have to keep the door to the room shut, since last attempt at growing things was a disaster when Sasha (the dog) would make a snack of the little seedlings.

Here they are...

Can you guess the plants from the seedlings?

Water in Brazil, to drink or not to drink?

I have had a few people ask me if the water is OK to drink here.  That question gets a bit complicated when you take into consideration that MOST Brazilians drink filtered or bottled water. It is rare that you will be offered water from the tap. I can't speak for the states in the north of Brazil, but I can speak for the region I have been living in.

One thing you will find strange is that "cold" water isn't really as cold as we like it in the USA. I was used to having a glass of water that was 90 percent ice cubes before I moved here. It took me about 2 years to get used to the temperature of the water served here. If you buy water from a street vendor and ask for it "Bem Gelado" (very cold). You will get a bottle of water that has been sitting in water that may have at one point in the day had ice in it.

Most people believe that drinking anything cold will cause you to get sick, so it isn't very common for someone to ask for "Bem Gelado".  The first few times I purchased water from a street vendor it was warm. I could not stomach drinking warm water. Nowadays, I keep a bottle of water in my room and drink it warm most of the time.

Something that is very common is for a household to have a terracotta water filter. The clay base usually keeps the water at a cooler temperature. I have not gotten used to the water from these filters yet. There is a slight after taste of moss. I think the pots tend to grow a moss over time and the water then tastes a bit like pond water. One of my friends said that is why she loves the water from the clay pot, because it tastes earthy. I don't know about that, but the water from the clay pots does mess with my intestines, so I avoid it when I can.

We buy our water like most businesses do in the states, we spend about 4 bucks to get a 20 liter jug delivered every week. The water jug is more popular than the clay pot filter nowadays, because it is cheaper and more readily available than it used to be.

So, to answer the question , to drink or not to drink... It depends on where in Brazil you are, if you are in the São Paulo region,  It is very unlikely you will be offered water from the tap. Even if you ask for water at a restaurant, you get charged for a bottle. So go ahead and drink and don't forget to ask for "Bem Gelado". Outside of this region, I can't speak for, so don't write me if your trip is spoiled by a bad case of the runs.