I have been wandering around people´s Blog and I have to say most of them are boring….. Not to say our Blog is better or anything. What I mean is that, at the end of the day, almost all the Blogs talk about people day to day life and experiences, diets or stupid jokes. Example: Brazilian Blogs are pretty much boring…..
I understand I am a dificult person to please. Many times I dont laugh at jokes (while everybody is laughing) and find strange things funny (when nobody else does).
The self help books, for instance. They are SO STUPID! They are made for depressed people with lack of self steem. Or they talk about the obvious or are just nonsense. Women love those self help books to fill the void inside them because they cant stand being single – they would even sell their mothers as slaves to find a husband.
Unlike many women (in Brazil at least), I hate beauty saloons. I think its just a stupid way to spend money (probably the reason I hate it so much is that they always charged me much more than the regular price because my hair is “too long” and they had to use double the prducts…. Another reason is that I would hate to spend the whole day locked inside a saloon when I spend 5 days a week locked inside a court, doing boring work.
I have celulite, I dont starve and I dont spend hours of my day inside a gym club (90% of the carioca women pay more money than they can afford exercising in those gym clubs or just spend the day there, just walking round trying to get a man with wonderful body). I do look after myself, I eat salads and fruits everyday and take vitamin tablets. But I want to eat cheesecacke and chocolates when I feel like. I want to try different foods.
I live in Rio and, unlike 95% of the cariocas, I never go to the beach and I dont like the sun. I hate beer and feijoadas (beans cooked with meat, rice, slices of orange and some green vegetable that I hate and I dont know the name in english).
I hate Brazilian soap operas (unlike 99% of the Brazilian women).
I HATE HATE samba as much as I hate Brazilian music in general.
I HATE Carnival.
I am happy to read and listen news about whats going on around the world – EXCEPT for the Brazilian news (because theres only corruption, poverty and other sad stupidities).
Here is always SO darned HOT but I insist on buying scarfs, winter coats, winter hats and gloves. I even turn my room´s air conditioner to maximum cold and put my gorgeous winter coats and imagine I am walking around Vienna.
I work in a civil court of law and I hate law and lawyers.
I am graduated in Architecture and Law but dont have any interest in any of them.
I hate soccer.
I always felt like I was born in the wrong country.
Maybe this is why I married a wonderful man from another culture.
Who knows?
Changing subject, yesterday I took off like 9 jeans trousers because they dont fit mr anymore. And, for the first time in my life I dont get anxious about dieting of starving to fit in them. I gave them to the maids instead. PS: in Brazil, middle class can afford to have a maid.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the 8Th of June. My Darling Husband was going back to New Zealand. We were kind of having a hangover (headache and stomackache because of eating loads and drinking champagne at the wedding the evening before – PLUS feeling sad for missing each other).
When we arrived at the airport, doing Cam´s check in was the easier thing. There was no waiting line and he got aisles seats.
So we went for a walk around the shops and bought some water. But then it was time to go back to departures…..
To our big susprise, there was a huge line. No! A HUUUUUUUUGE line! Like I´ve never saw before! Of course we felt desperate as it seemed Cam was going to miss his plane. Cam stayed on the line while I walked to Aerolineas counter. They told us to stay calm and also that Cam would not miss his plane.
After one hour waiting (and his plane had to be delayed), we finally got to the passaport control area.
Later on, I found out the federal police went on strike…… this is what caused all the trouble.
After Cam crossed the departures, I felt like some part of my own body was missing. As usual.
I LOVE YOU, my very Darling Husband!!!! Hope we will be together soon!
[Cameron: I'm going to add a little comment here. Have another look at those two pictures of the crowd. Where we're standing in the photo is at one end of the Airport. You'll notice the line on the right side loops around to use and then on the left side of the picture stretches all the way to the horizon. In fact both lines do. The entrance to the departure gate is halfway up the inside of the building. The end of the line went past that and almost to the other end of the building. The line was huge. We were lucky that we were most of the way (although it didn't seem that way to us) up the line.
Also, notice the people in the middle of each picture. They were doing the same thing we did, and everyone else for that matter , following the line around to the end. Funny thing is, that everyone would follow the line all the way down to this end of the airport, only to realise that the line looped around and went back down to the other end of the airport. How frustrating. Oh so that's what the second line is. It's actually the first one as well. Doh! Even though it happened to us as well, it was amusing to watch peoples reactions as they came to this realisation. And, then I tried to tell people as they were going past, but they probably just thought I was mad (nao falar Portuguese muinto bem) or thought they new better. I just stood back and watched after that.]