It is *dryyyyyy* here! There is lots of beer in this town, so I mean the lack of humidity. It hasn’t rained in 100 days, so the grass is brown and there is red dust everywhere in this savannah. What does it all mean? It means the city keeps moving, and everyone is trying to be subtle as they pick their noses, because it’s soooo uncomfortable! Luckily for me, Dr. A’s dad taught me a solution to this problem: snort water. Yes, snort water. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and sniff, and then you’re ready to blow your nose with a tissue if you need to.
Portuguese class is even more intense: I had six pages of “deveres de casa” (homework) this weekend, and I’m just blitzing through the preterite and imperfect tenses. Hard! But I found out while Dr. A’s parents visited that novelas (soap operas) with the captions on are a great way to practice listening and language. For instance, they describe every family relationship (sogra, marido, neta, etc.) and *love*. It’s election time, so the novelas are interrupted by political campaigns. As much as these are generally annoying, I have realized that politicians tend to speak more slowly, and with a more simple vocabulary, which is also improving my language skills.
One more thing I learned about Brasilia that I did not know before: you can buy beer at the barbershop. No lie!
