Identity Struggle of Some Sort

If every man in the US is expected to have a mid-life crisis and buy a Porsche / younger girlfriend, then I don’t see why I can’t have some sort of mid – trip indulgence too.

My breaking moment came softly, one warm night, when I simply had enough – of tongue twisting Portuguese and bizarre Brasilian culture.

An English Evening, I called it. First I watched “The Fountain,” a truly ridiculous Hollywood film I savored to the last drop. Then I vetoed my Brazilian peers’ attempts at conversation on the premise that they were only speaking Portuguese. I proceeded to chatter in English into their perplexed faces, switching it up between a Texan drawl and a British inflection. “Now you understand what I go through every day, every day!” The climax came when I danced across the lobby by myself to an acoustic Canadian band.

It was over the next morning.