I seem to always have an embarrassing run in on the bus here. There are turnstiles in the front of the bus where you have to scan your card or insert a ticket to be able to pass. I've been stuck there a few times so far for various reasons. On Friday, it was because I didn't know you had to rip off the top part of the ticket so that the machine would accept it. Definitely won the FOREIGN stamp on that encounter. People stopped staring at me about 3 stops later.
|Church near where I'm living|
The malls here are what you'd expect back home. They are very nice, clean places full of expensive, designer stores and food courts. Having no luck with the books (they were 50+ American dollars each!), I ate dinner there and about 2 hours later left for home. I met a nice girl at the bus stop who spoke about as much English as I do Portuguese, and we talked until I got off. Bruna's family was visiting for the holiday weekend, so when I got home I joined them in watching a movie that was, thankfully, in English.
On Saturday I went along with Bruna's family to a friend's house. It was my first experience seeing a Brazilian equivalent of a suburb. The family friends lived in a gated community a bit outside of the city. All of the houses were very modern, with huge windows that sometimes where three stories tall. I got to swim there and enjoy a Brazilian cookout. Very yummy.
Amanda invited me to see a dance performance that evening. We went to Teatro Sesi together to see a group of young, contemporary dancers give their first performance called "Um Olhar para Dentro," which google translated into "A Look Inside." It was a good show, very weird and interesting. I tried to understand as much as the abstract meaning as possible due to me not understanding most of the voice overs between parts. I think I did pretty well. Afterwards when Amanda and I were exchanging notes, we had the same impressions on the show regarding concept, overall flow, and music choice. Not bad; not bad!
Today I was invited to eat at Bruna's grandmother's home. It was really nice and not too far from where I'm living now. My conversation skills are really improving I think. I talked with Bruna's father a lot about motocross, travel, and photography. I even listened to, understood, and debated points on city life around the world: like whether or not class or population size determines how nice people are to each other. I'm super proud of myself for that one.