Carolina and Vovó (Gramma).Carol is just a couple months older than me. I love it when she speaks in English. It's adorable. She always says "cooks" instead of cookies. Her favorite American song is Lucky by Jason Mraz.
This photo must be a couple years old...cuz now Vovó's face is nothing but wrinkles. It's hard not to stare at her face but the lines are mesmerizing. She's really really good at being a grandma. She always asks me if I'm sure I don't want to eat more food. When I had a back ache from sleeping in a hammock she asked me every hour or so if it was feeling better. She told me I should call her grandma.
The Brothers, Pedrinho and Leo.Leo is the oldest. I think he's 28. He is a journalist. He doesn't really slow down when he talks to me, so I probably misunderstand him more often than anyone else. He teases me about being American. When he was younger he was very skinny, but I've noticed that now he really really likes cookies. The whole family has a thing for these cookies that are like chocolate oreos. They're ALWAYS in the house.
Pedrinho I think is 26. He's the taller one. Pedrinho is a nickname for Pedro. Like Pete for Peter. They call him Galego. Here galego/galega is slang for blond or more european looking people. He's a large animal vet. He tries really hard to talk to me but it's still difficult because he's always smiling and laughing when he talks. He's been trying to speak in English a little bit. He's said "Gud Morneen," "Come here. Please," and insists on saying "Hellloooo." Lately his favorite thing is "I hungy." haha. He loaned me a book about horses to read, that was written by a guy from SALINAS. I asked my dad if he'd heard of him, because he seemed like a pretty famous horse dude, and sure enough, this guy used to be from Buellton and my dad went to one of his seminars as a kid. Awesome?
Pedrinho I think is 26. He's the taller one. Pedrinho is a nickname for Pedro. Like Pete for Peter. They call him Galego. Here galego/galega is slang for blond or more european looking people. He's a large animal vet. He tries really hard to talk to me but it's still difficult because he's always smiling and laughing when he talks. He's been trying to speak in English a little bit. He's said "Gud Morneen," "Come here. Please," and insists on saying "Hellloooo." Lately his favorite thing is "I hungy." haha. He loaned me a book about horses to read, that was written by a guy from SALINAS. I asked my dad if he'd heard of him, because he seemed like a pretty famous horse dude, and sure enough, this guy used to be from Buellton and my dad went to one of his seminars as a kid. Awesome?
I couldn't find fotos of the parents...I'll take some soon. I have a good story though. Last Sunday I woke up to Pedro (the dad) playing guitar and singing. He has a surprisingly excellent singing voice. When it was about time for breakfast, before he put his guitar away, he asked me if I knew Carol King. I said yes. He asked if I liked her. I said yes, which is not exactly true. Then he said, ok sing with me. Miraculously, the song he chose was "You've got a Friend," which is THE ONLY Carol King song that I know the words to. So I sang with him. It was lovely.
I learned last week that Lucia, the mom, is an ENGLISH professor...I knew the professor part before. They nagged her at dinner to speak English and she wouldn't do it. It seemed like she was embarrassed or something so I said, "she just doesn't want to because she knows how much I need to practice Portuguese, and doesn't want to spoil me." When we left Garanhuns, to go back to Recife, we were going around giving hugs and kisses and I said "Tchau Mãe (Bye Mom)" and she giggled.
Everything here is just so much like a family. We eat together a lot of the time. We grocery shop together. We wash our laundry together. We do eachother's dishes. It's nice.
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