More on the Portuguese culture:
“Art” is everywhere…the kind that you and I would probably call pornography. (I’ll skip the pictures on this topic) My kids still point out all the “art-sy” pictures in every single store we go into. Always in English and always at a very high pitched voice…..As if the lady with all the blond headed kids wasn’t distracting enough, now they’re speaking English very loudly and pointing at nude pictures….imagine?
One could walk right off THE WALL if they wanted too, and even if they didn’t want to, It would be very easy to do.
If there happens to be a guard rail, the space between each rail is large enough for me to crawl through, so imagine my adventuresome 2 year old son.
Here I am trying to conquer my fear. Sitting next to the area my clumsy kids could stumble right off of! I’m afraid of heights. Notice I was NOT standing in this picture. I probably crawled away after it was taken.
All the billboards here have American looking models with blond hair and blue eyes. I guess sort of like the ones in the States have European looking models. Anyway, we’ve been stopped on several occasions by people who just want to gaze into our children’s eyes or stroke their hair. One lady at the market just wouldn’t stop saying how beautiful Trinity was. With a look of astonishment she’d rub Trinity’s skin and kiss her cheeks.
Speaking of cheeks, you always greet folks with two kisses. One on each cheek and you always start with the right side. Some folks merely touch cheeks while making the “kissy” sound. These are usually ladies that don’t want to mess up their their makeup or people wearing glasses. I’m still not sure which I do…maybe a mixture of both.
Other Questions Answered:
We’re baptist missionaries and plan to stay here as long as God allows us. We’ll be here for 4-5 years before we return Stateside for a furlough of approximately 6-8 months.
My first pet that I remember having was a black cat named Pretzel. She disappeared on Halloween night. Tragic news to a 5 year old.
I learned how to spell Andrzejewski after my first conversation with Michael at the age of 14. I was thrilled to be able to spell it unassisted. I would doodle my name on paper while talking to him on the phone. I’d write Nina Andrzejewski…you know, practice my future signature….