MY NEW FRIENDS

Nobu (Japan), Keiri (Japan), Groni (Korea), Me, Sara (teacher) and Guchi (Japan)

CONTACT WITH PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT CULTURES

  

                      
A picture is worth a  thousand words

DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME

I don't have too much time, but today a feel better after class. I'm going now to a conversation English meeting. My teacher, Sara, invited me. Great. I'll tell more about my new day today another time.

I'M MISSING YOU

What could I say?  It’s not easy to be in a strange country alone, leaving in a strange family, far from my nice house, from my confortable bed, my car, my beautiful and warm  beach, my happy dogs,  far from my good and especial food, from my friends, my job, my family. What do you think about?  I’m not complaining, I’m just saying, what the hell I’m doing here? Ok, I know that I have to be patient, and that my main is to improve my English. Ok. I choose the hard way, but I bet will be better.  Pay attention how it’s hard: Today I took a bus to come back home. I even did not know how to pull the bell for the bus stop. Instead, I pulled   the seat belt and I pushed something else but nothing happened, so I missed the bus station, until an angel  boy helped me. Here in San Diego, I’m not just learning a language, I have to learn everything, the customs and how to survive.

I AM IN SAN DIEGO

I arrived in San Diego. The initial shock was overcome with a good host.

SHORT HISTORY - "Wait For The Brick"

Yesterday, I read a short history  about a man that has a Jaguar, and when he was passing near few boys playing on the street, a brick smashed into the side door. The man grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car. The little boy told him that he needs a help, because his brother rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair, so He can't lift him up. The man hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair. The driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!

My mother knows about the blog

Today I showed my blog to my mother. Obvious she said that I'm thinking in portuguese when I'm writting, and blablabla. So what!!! Mother is always mother. Than, I changed subject and I talked with her about this book "Manual da Paixão soliltária". Fantastic book from Moacyr Scliar. It's worth reading!