Nos Moramos Aqui

July 17, 2009

It was a perfect day today, so we went bee-lined to the beach after class.  We got our chairs from a Fabio (toned, tanned, wearing a super small red speedo, aviators, cigarette, blond locks) near Posto 12, exchanged a few words.  Later we added some waters to our tab.  As we went to return our chairs and pay, he asked us were we American? Brazilian?  Portuguese? We told him we’re American but we live here.  Your Portuguese is perfect! he said.  We could not have been more thrilled. Perhaps those classes on learning how to tell time, writing paragraphs about our favorite restaurants, or our family members is paying off.

I know that he was probably full of crap (as insincerity is a thing that happens here), but I’m choosing to be naive and gullible and go with it…


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