I am not beginning to bear my Brazilian Battle scars. The first one being my back. I have had significant back trouble since being here. I think this comes from a couple of different things...#1 I had back surgery when I was sixteen due to three herniated discs (what can I say, I was a rough and tumble kid...), #2 Before coming to Brazil, I slept on different beds, sofas, and planes #3 Sidnei bought me an orthopedic bed which is a little on the hard side, #4 the people of Brazil do not believe in cushions. Aside from sofas, all the chairs are hard. HARD. Even in church, the pews are straight wood. Those really kill me. So basically I walk like this: \ instead of walking like straight like a normal person.
My next battle scars are big red blotches all over my pasty white legs. These my friends are quite attractive. In fact my southern friends may be experiencing them as well. Mosquitos. They liked me in the states, but they LOVE me in Brazil. Generally in the states I just dealt with them in the evenings, but here my friends, they are available for sucking my blood 24 hours a day. And they don't just stick to my legs, though that's what they prefer. Nope they also like my arms, even the top of my ear!
My poor hands...my poor hands are battle scar #3. They have little red lines, blisters, all over. All because I was spoiled and had a dryer in the US. I have maybe picked up an iron all of two times before coming here to Brazil. When I arrived, all my clothes were wrinkled and hanging them up inside the guardaropa did them no help. So I had to pull out the iron. I ironed my little heart out for two days straight. I have the battle scars to prove it! And sadly enough, so do my clothes. It is not easy being a first time iron-er.
I can't wait to start cooking with a gas stove for the first time!
Har-dee har har
7 hours ago