It has been some time since I have been able to write a blog entry. You may have forgotten all about me and my geographical location. Totally understandable, you’ve got your own life to live, and I do hope it has been treating you well. Shall we briefly recap?
My name is Sasha. I’m that daughter / friend / online comrade of yours who complains and cynically comments on random things across the world. You read this because you’re legally required to, bored, desperate, or lonely.
There is a lot I could write about from the time that has lapsed, but there are only so many words I feel like sharing at the moment. I will leave you with a few useful things I’ve learned since being in Brazil.
1) Every society has a host of superstitions, regardless of whether or not they are still credible to people. Here, accidentally dropping a fork on the ground portends a man coming (ie, to sweep you off your feet). A plummeted spoon represents a woman. And a knife? Don’t know, but the word in Portugues for knife is “faca,” which sounds kind of like a Bostonian saying “fucker.”
2) Talk about progressive - a year ago, the higher powers that be designated a specific car for women during rush hours in the metro. This was because they were constantly being groped and fondled by their Brasilero peers.
3) To say hello and goodbye in Rio, you kiss each cheek, while in other parts of the country you only kiss one. This might be awkward, in that a total stranger may think you’re about to make out with them. But find consolation, they probably want to make out with you too.
4) If you want to impress a Carioca (person from Rio), insert this phrase into the conversation, “Não e minha praia.” It means you don’t like something, but the literal translation is “It isn’t my beach.”
More soon…
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