Last night we had our first Portuguese dinner guests. Even though our guests spoke very good English, there was a rule, a self imposed rule, that there would only be Portuguese spoken.
I cleaned the house, and prepared the food all day. I started about 9:00 am and didn’t stop until our guests arrived at 8:00pm. (yes 8:00 and that’s early for supper!) I was very nervous. I have no idea why. I’ve prepared many meals for guests over the years. Perhaps it was that I knew I had to speak Portuguese, and it intimidated me.
Our guests were our real estate agent that helped us with renting this house and buying a van when we were here in December, his wife, our language teacher and their 13 yr old daughter. As a thank you for all his help in December and a way to practice our Portuguese we asked them over for supper. An “American” supper.
Our guests arrived right on time with olives in hand. They usually come with wine, but they knew we didn’t drink it, so they brought olives instead. It’s customary to bring wine or flowers when you’re invited to someones home.
Shortly thereafter we sat down to Chili, (which by the way, was the last of our chili seasoning…sniff) grilled cheese sandwiches, salad & bread and a variety of desserts that included homemade peanut butter bars, brownie delight and oatmeal raisin cookies. They said they had heard of chili in the movies, but had never seen or eaten it. (All the American movies are here with Portuguese subtitles. Which apparently helps them speak English fairly well!)
All during the meal and afterwards Michael spoke Portuguese very well. I could hardly get a word in edgewise! Seriously…he does very well. I am amazed at how well he is doing. But when it was my turn to speak, I spoke so slowly and had to think before each word that my husband would say, “Today!” in Portuguese trying to be funny. I was less intimidated speaking with their daughter. Maybe I need to find the kids to practice my Portuguese……
….We have never seen as much rain as we’ve seen the last 2 months! It’s raining again today. Not just the little afternoon showers like I’m use to, but downpours that last for hours. When it’s sunny, it’s beautiful. But when it rains, it’s cold and dreary. My mother is coming for a visit in two weeks. She wants the weather to be pretty so we can see some sights. I expected it to be pretty the first of May, but now I’m beginning to wonder…sorry Mom!