Country Grammar

My Portuguese, though still pretty bad, is improving a quick rate. I can pretty much understand my host moms if they speak to me like I’m five or an idiot and have now added “I’m going” to my two heavily employed staples of “I like” and “I want”. We have been watching telenovelas together (I found time for it in between my strict regimen of push ups, eating red meat and beating up nerds, that’s right), which has helped too. The most popular show in Brazil is a telenovela that is set in India which really weirded me out at first. A show with South Americans speaking Portuguese and living in India just doesn’t seem right, I feel like America should be involved in some way. I have been able to pick up some good words from it though and have actually gotten a general idea of whats going on. Man I cannot wait for that slut Josefina to get hers. Anyways, during commercial breaks we have conversations and my moms are pretty funny. Barbara told me she saw my picture and didn’t want me because I looked scary. In my defense, the hair was looking pretty crazy from driving with the windows down and the Brazilian Consulate said they would reject your visa if you smiled so I had a pretty hard look on. They also both agreed my old hair was nice but my new hair is much more bonito. I also regretfully managed to tell them my dad is Italian and now they won’t stop bringing up this soccer game where Brazil beat Italy 2-0. “They didn’t even score one goal!” I’m not sure what game they are even talking about and brought up the fact that Italy won the last World Cup but was promptly ignored. Leana came up to me during breakfast today and whispered “Cero” while holding a big zero in my face with her fingers then just walked away looking at me like I was a sucker. Damn these people love soccer.