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... her. First mistake Antonella explains, the 3 triangles don't need to fit anything, they barely drape over the skin like a kite, with plenty of flesh escaping out on the sides. I can do that, I thought, no problem. I try without success to rig the thing up in a changing room that is the size of a casket in abhorrent heat surrounded by silk curtains that stick to my skin. Finally, Antonella joins me in my fight in the casket sauna, pulls and stretches, shortens ...
... all croissant sandwiches. It was really good! Marcelo spoke English as well because he had an exchange year in the US. It was a lot of fun talking with them about prom and boys and shopping and the US and how they met, even though I was a third wheel, or "vela" (which literally means candle, but that's what they call it) in Portuguese. Diogo and Brenda got temaki, which is a kind of sushi that is really popular here, and Nati got a sandwich. We met up again back ...
... the transaction was I have no idea so smiled, shook my head and returned to the match.
With Argentina's match heading for extra time, me, Grafite and Junior Lewis set off to try and get the extra tickets sold as Tony Tony and Clean Shirt stayed to watch. The ticket sign was attracting a little interest as we turned down one or two offers, streams of colourful Americans with flags, banners, balloons and far too many grown men with face paint passed by. Once ...
... we had to identify were in a language I've been learning for a week and a half so... Oh well. I'll do better on the next test.
Class is pretty fun. It is 3.5 every morning. We generally cover some grammar, some vocab, discuss history/culture/music etc.
My classmates are:
Wilber who is working on his Masters and already speaks Portuguese
Amy who is and undergrad and already speaks Portuguese
Susan who is an English teacher ...
... br> only thing was that I didn’t know the bus number or Bus stop I was
trying to get to. For lack of a better method, I picked the first one
that had Rodoviaria on its stop list. Rodoviaria is Brazilian for bus
center which is which is what I caught the bus from a few hours earlier.
Turns out it wasn’t THE Rodoviaria, but a Rodoviaria. I was headed to
the main Rodoviaria in the center of the city. Not a place a white boy
now pink from too ...