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Not a Good Start

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Made coffee yesterday.  Accidentally poured too much water.  Stood.  Stared.  Contemplated removing water from the coffee maker.  Seemed messy… so I compensated with more grounds.

My personal issues with waste forced me to drink it all. Instead of being hyper-productive, the surplus of caffeine made me feel queasy & confused for the majority of the day.

LOTS o’ laundry. The lack of a drying mechanism left me spending an extended period of time during laundry day watching Brazilian soap operas and pondering the season finale Dexter.

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Calmed my sister. She received a box that she “could fit inside of” from Target. Her impending vacation to Brazil has officially made her my mule.

LOVE you Lis.  Can’t wait for my curtains you guys to arrive!

Learned that Betsy prefers to chew laundry rather than fold it.

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Watched cartoons to learn Portuguese while ironing in 85 degree heat.

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Not. kidding.

Something about a bear dealing with a sugar hangover and a coffee addicted deer. My Portuguese might actually be worse now.

Used the ever so fabulous Google Translate to negotiate the purchase of our new car. Either that, or I have a date with a complete stranger on Thursday night.

Taught a lesson on Paulista. The holiday crowds were a tad worse this week. 

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Told my husband work stories.  To which he made me promise that I would get a new job upon returning home.  As drab as his accounting stories can be, my tale of a vet record being saved in the wrong folder was apparently not all that riveting.

TODAY… well, today was going to be different.  No influx of caffeine in sight.  The sun was shining and things were looking up… until I walked outside and the dog peed on my foot.  *sigh

Public Transportation

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After relying on taxis for a number of weeks we decided to venture out and attempt the public transportation system.  We started on a weekend, hand-in-hand, just the two of us.  It took about eight times as long as walking the same distance, but it worked, and we were quite proud of ourselves.

Luz Station.

On Monday, my husband went back to work.  And feeling adventurous, I took my misplaced confidence back to the metro… during rush hour.

Do you see the crowd ten people deep waiting?  I would not describe them as patient.

no patience + sturdy train = imminent death

Consequently, this experience was mildly terrifying.

Somehow, I ended up in front of one of these crowds.  As the train pulled up, I braced myself and held my ground.  Instead of allowing people to exit the train first, a fight ensued and people rushed the doors.  I watched a woman get elbowed in the face, three ladies to my left had a screaming altercation, and I got punched in the chest.

Not. Kidding.  Literally, punched in the chest.

I’m fine.  In the woman’s defense, she had just been shoved pretty hard as well (although not by me).  Brazilian women are fierce.  Although I’m sure it was an isolated incident, I’ll be steering clear of rush hour for quite some time.