Brazilian Hotdog?!

You’ve never really tasted a hotdog, until you’ve tasted a Brazilian hotdog! Here’s what’s in them: bun, hotdog, mustard, ketchup and mayo (sounds pretty normal so far) peas, corn, mashed potatoes (in a hotdog?) Yep, in a hotdog! Greg swore he was never going to let a mashed potato hotdog touch his lips but tonight he ate, yes a mashed potato hotdog (he left out the peas and corn). Hey, is what they mean when they say we’re “suffering for the Lord”? (Well, maybe not.) Come on down to Brazil and we’ll get you mashed potato hotdogged up!

There are quite a few things that I love about being a woman in Brazil. For one thing, they like sparkly jewelry. Not just for weddings and such, but all the time! I love sparkly jewelry. I’ve always felt like a cockatiel pecking at a mirror, looking at sparkly things just makes me happy. Another thing is that no matter how old they are, many still wear their hair long. You KNOW how I love long hair. But one thing about Brazilian women is their love for HIGH heels. You’ll see 70 year old women in heels so high they get nose bleeds. On Thursday, my language school teacher Vera (a high heel aficionado) took me to the local women’s shoe store to teach me how to shop. (No it’s not an oxymoron, I mean in Portuguese!) I was learning to say, “Oh, those are cute!”, “They’re too small/big/tight/loose!” “I’ll take these.” and such. After trying on about a gazillion pairs of shoes (and not a dime in my pocket), I told the saleslady (in Portuguese), “I don’t have any money, but I’ll be back!” After language school, I told Greg (in Portuguese) “Get the scorpion out of your pocket!” (a very Brazilian phrase used to say, “Give me some money!) We walked back to the shoe store and bought these beauties! Just wanted to let you know that I’m officially Brazilian!