My dad had two pieces of advice for me before my trip: 1. “Don’t get cocky” 2. Check your reflection whenever you pass store windows, car windows, side mirrors, etc. See the irony here? If I am safe in Portugal, I might appear a bit cocky. 😉
My dad gave me my first bit of advice when I told him I was confident in my ‘street-smarts.’ He quickly retorted, out of his protective nature. He believes you can never be too careful, or prepared. He has a saying, “never not prepared”, which he normally recites in Latin. Yes, that’s my father.
In my first week here, I was told my Portuguese was very good and I was picking it up quickly in class. I was courageously saying hello to people I met, asking them simple questions, and ordering food. I felt good about my progress. Now in my second week, we are learning much more, and quickly. I feel a bit uncertain, as though I don’t have solid footing. I am apprehensive to move forward, especially at the rate that we are going.
I got sunburn on my back this past weekend. I applied sunscreen when my friends and I first arrived at the beach. However 5 hours, a swim in the ocean and a spontaneous nap on my stomach later, my back was a lovely shade of lobster. I do not feel so pretty in pink. The Portuguese people I have been hanging out with say now I look like a real tourist.
“E´ verdade!” I say, as we fade out to the sound of the famous Portugal cock, crowing in the the background.