Saturday, December 22, 2012

Santos Majestic

Here's a very well-done time lapse video of Santos. Enjoy!

Friday, December 21, 2012

The Bathroom

I made a comment on Facebook last year about this crazy bathroom that I encountered.  It's the women's bathroom at the restaurant Van Gogh here in Santos, and I've never seen a bathroom like it before, nor do I anticipate seeing one like it ever again.

It's our favorite place to eat pizza, and their other food is good, too.  But it's worth the trip just to see the bathroom.  (Women's only. Otto, Andy, and Sam tell me the men's room isn't the same.)   When we were there last, I remembered to take my camera so you could see it, too.

This is outside of the stall where the sinks are.

This is INSIDE the stall. Never will you experience so many angles of yourself, ahem, "using the facilities".  Oh, and no smoking, by the way.

And apparently because people have had problems finding the door to get out, they've installed these helpful arrows on the floor pointing the way to the exit.

It's really something to behold.  The pictures don't do it justice!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Straight No Chaser

This 12 Days of Christmas performance is from 1998 so it's a bit dated, but still great.... 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

All in a day's excitement...

While talking to my friend Nicole on the phone today from the States (New Orleans, specifically) on the internet phone line, my Brasilian home line rang, so Nicole got to hear my Portuguese in action for a brief conversation.  After I hung up, she commented that I had a GREAT accent!!  I must say I was proud to show off some of my new language skills to a friend from home.  But the more I thought about our conversation this evening, the more I laughed.  Here's what transpired, loosly translated, as I'm still not sure what exact phrases were used:

Me: (Alo?) Hello?
Lady: Good Afternoon (Boa Tarde). This is the dry cleaners (lavandaria). We're having a promotion   and we want to send you an email (OR we want to add you to our email list. Something like that.)
Me:  I left my pants (calças) there? So I have pants there still?  (I think my mind immediately jumped to pants because all I ever take over there are Otto's work pants.)

[Interjection: I'm laughing so hard as I write this that tears are falling.  Sam, my 8 year- old walks in and asks why I'm laughing so hard.  I explain to him the conversations, and he busts a gut laughing at the comment "You have a GREAT accent!" He is ALWAYS correcting my pronunciation, phrasing, verb conjugation, you name it. Laughing hysterically only at this. Thank you, Son.  Go brush your teeth - it's bedtime!!]

Lady: (Silence) Ummm...
Me: No, I don't have any pants there! (Thinking to myself, I've picked all of them up!)
Lady: No. We're having a promotion and wanted to have your email.
Me: Yes, you're having a promotion, and... OH!  You want my email?!
Lady: Yes!! Your email!
Me: Oh, it's OJ.... (then I blank out on how to say the letter J (!), and really want to end the conversation at this point so I can get back to Nicole.)  Can I just come to the store and write it down for you?
Lady: Sure, no problem!
Me: Great! (Ótimo!) (Tchau!) Bye!
Lady: Tchau!

Okay, so it was a little messy.  This isn't unlike most of my phone calls. There are occasional calls where I know exactly what's going on and respond appropriately.

But at least I know I can impress my friends. :o)