As I’ve said earlier, in Brazil, certain items are much smaller than in America.
Today, I learned some exceptions.
For a size comparison, minha mãe Walda demonstrates,
Essentially, these grapes are easily the size of two or three combined grapes. The likes of which, I have rarely seen in America, if at all. Their addition to the salada was welcomed, and it was delish.
So remember, even though the bananas may be small (but plentiful), and the grapes fat (and delicious), try not to drink all of the suco, be considerate.
It’s the fourth! It’s funny because this is the second fourth of july I’ve had to spend outside of America, and it’s giving me saudades for fireworks, hot dogs, heat, friends and family. Here in Brazil, the moment I open my mouth to speak, they know I’m American (before I open my mouth, they assume Brazilian or African).
I wore my red, white and blue today, and when I passed some students at the university I attend began to sing the national anthem. They know it, word for word, and initially I was embarrassed thinking, “Oh no, they outed me!” But then I realized, ‘Heck yes!’ Being American makes me proud, and especially being an American abroad, I’m representing the best of what my country has to contribute to the world, an offer of understanding, the willingness to learn, and an appreciation of what’s around me, and an idea of what isn’t. I’m here to learn, and I’ll be coming back home soon. So for meu pais patria, this one’s for you.
Happy Birthday, USA. Happy Fourth of July!