Back home

Boy, it's been one awesome trip. As soon as I collect my thoughts I will try to put this amazing experience down in writing...

For now, amuse yourself with some great quotes:

Younes: "Damn, I can't stand all this PDA around here!"
Michal: "Yeah, let's go over there and tell them it's wrong."
PDA = Public Display of Affection
-Younes, Egyptian trainee, and Michal, Slovakian trainee in Brasil, on seeing dozens of couple making out in a park on a fine Sunday

Random girlfriend of some Brasilian friend of a friend of mine: "Oh my god she knew how to say tchau!"
-translated from Portuguese; reaction from a girl on seeing me saying bye to a group of friends in a bar

Mother of an AIESECer in Curitiba: "Wow I could not imagine you are Canadian"
-her reaction of seeing I have "pointy eyes" (completed with hand gestures to make her point) and that I am Canadian

Mao: "There are some major pronunciation differences in Spanish from Portuguese. Let's say- for example- Eu quero maracuja- we say Yo quiero maracuja, pronuncing the j like Jah instead of sha like in Portuguese."
Me: "Oh."
Mao: "It's like this- YO QUIERO MARACUJA!!!!" (practically in a scream)
-on the subtle nuances between the Iberian languages

Mao: "One time I farted in public and it was so strong that all these couples around me ran away covering their nose. IT. WAS. AWESOME."
-on farting

Brasilian child at the bus stop: "ahhhhhh.....Japonesa!"
-Sweetie, I am Chinese.

Jonas: "So what do you think of Brasilian men?"
-my first week in Brasil and right after being hustled into dancing forro in the AIESEC conference. Forro includes a lot of legs in well, not your typical body "hollows". Forgive me for saying that. Well Jonas, to answer your question, you lot are hot. H.O.T.

Random guys on the streets: "Sa-yo-na-ra....oooh"
-fuck off. I am Chinese.

Me: "Boa tarde, voce sabe que cade e o correio?"
Good afternoon, do you know where the postal office is? (I pronounced it like Co-lei-o here)
Some lady: "Que?"
Me: "Co-lei-o?"
Some lady: "Oh, Cor-hei-o!"
Me: "Ah sim. nao falo muito de portugues" (dishing out standard reply)
-In the shitty Sao Paulo international Airport

Max: "Eloquent? Stop throwing big words at me, Rita."
-when both of us are on gmail, chatting

Me: "Younes, someday you'll marry this petit brunette who has curly hair. You'll have three boys and a girl and you'll treat her like a princess. Mark my words."
Younes: "WTF? A BRUNETTE?"
Michal: "Why didn't you say he'll marry some blue-eyed blonde with legs up to here? That's the type he likes." (Hands go to chestal region to indicate potential length of said blonde bombshell wife)
-bullshit and fake fortune telling in Parque Barigui

Eu te amo, Brasil. Vou voltar, sim!