Happy 2 Monthaversary!

It's been 2 months? Can you believe it?

I brought up the 2 monthaversary ponder to lots of newbies today...at Bardana during lunch, at our cancelled Portuguese lesson and tonight at our dinner club.

Everyone pretty much echoed the same thought. "It sure feels like we've been here a whole lot longer than that." And I have to believe their reply is for multiple reasons.

Many of which I've talked about...

• new culture, language and customs,
• new school with new procedures and policies and curriculum and culture,
• new friends and friendships,
• new grocery stores (think about how you hate to go to a new store and trying to find things, add language and different organization ideas on top of that),
• everything's new (got the pattern, right?).

But what's great is that even though we're working so hard in all aspects of our lives, it was really great today to have some time just to chat with my new newbie friends.

I'm hoping that we continue what we're doing because even though I don't see all of the other newbies on a regular basis, we've got a common bond, one that started two months ago. And for those of you who aren't newbies, you have to realize that for the first 3 or so weeks we were in Brasilia, we were with each other for I'd say a minimum of 2 hours each day. Truth.

So leaving campus for lunch and eating at delicious Bardana, we need to make it a weekly event.
And just chatting about our school and personal lives in Portuguese, well, when our teacher Monica, is back we'll have to do it in Portuguese but we need to continue doing it. And dinner club, I so appreciate Kathy, Hirsch, Carmen, Andrea and Monica putting up with all our newbieness although I noticed today that our chats weren't just about all things unfamiliar, we've moved past that into larger topics.

That shows me that feeling like we've been here longer than two months we're kinda growing up. The newbieness is still there and in some ways ever present...

• chatting about appliances that we've blown due to voltage,
• trying to buy stationary and 10 envelopes and leaving the store with white notebook lined paper and 2 envelopes and
• thinking a man was going to try and steal your ipod on a Sunday morning when he was really just asking for directions to the nearby Lutheran church.

I've come a long way in the past 2 months and so have the other newbies. Time sure flies when...you fill in the blank.

Postal Patience

I have anxiously been awaiting a package from my parents. My mom shipped the box on September 8th to Brazil. Included in this precious box are some 3-ring binders (Maz you'll appreciate my love of organization), some of my asthma perscriptions (was just going to write perscriptions or medicine but thought should qualify things more, didn't want to worry anyone) and I'm sure some other fun or goodies tossed in.

When a letter or package arrives when you live overseas, it's like looking in your Christmas stocking. Think back to when you were a child and you anxiously awaited waking up on Christmas morning ready to dig into the gifts. And on that morning, you also got your stocking. You knew there were the things you always received each year (in my family Juicy Fruit gum, a clementine & underwear). But there are things you asked for and lots of fun surprises as well (goofy wind-up toys, a Pez dispenser & other what-its).

It made you feel good. Your stocking was like a sigh of goodness. It's expected, anticipated and it just added to the goodness of the day. It put a smile on the inside as well as on the out.

Receiving a letter or package here is the same feeling. It truly makes my day and many times week. Sometimes they're expected others not but in the midst of all the chaos and newness, that slice of home, the stocking, the familiar handwriting, makes you smile on the inside just like your stocking does.

So, as I said, I've been patiently waiting since September 8th to receive my package. Knowing that it's truly simple things that will make my life easier but also just seeing my mom's handwriting on the outside of the box would be nice. On average it takes about 2 weeks for a package to arrive from the U.S.

But here's where the story hits a snag and my patience must grow.

Today I stopped up in the office by the school's gate to check and see if my package had arrived. Katrina, the secretary, usually emails you when a package arrives for you. I know the packages usually arrive around lunchtime so I thought, just check and see. Maybe I'd be lucky.

No luck today. And honestly, I don't know when my luck will strike because that's what the postal service here is doing. The Brazilian Postal workers union is on strike and has been since September 16th.

A little more information from an Wall Street Journal article I found online about the strike...

"A total of 30 of the nation's 35 postal union locals were on strike as of Wednesday morning, according to a statement by the National Federation of Postal Workers. The striking locals cover about 70% of the nation's 110,000 postal workers. The federation said the strike was set to last indefinitely. Unions are seeking a 41% wage increase. The government made a preliminary offer of a 9% hike before talks broke down Tuesday." (pub. Sept. 16, )

Ugh. Sigh. Man. I'm going to have to wait longer for my package. The strike's been going on for 6 days now. I heard they never last too long but you never can tell. I know my package will arrive. I know it'll come soon but it's hard when your stocking is filled and the reindeer aren't flying tonight because their reindeer needs aren't being met.

Now I get that they need to make sure they have enough feed, rest, vacation days and all of that but Rudolph I'm growing impatient and I want my package now! So, please Brazilian Postal Workers and government, I hope you find an agreement soon, not only for all Brazilians to receive their regular mail but selfishly for me and my package too.

Finally got 'em! Parakeets

Sorry if the post title misled you. No new pets, I have a hard enough time taking care of myself. What I mean is since I've arrived, each morning and late afternoon, I've heard parakeets out my window and let me tell you a wild flock of parakeets are a bit on the noisy side. That's just too kind. They are extremely talkative loud birds. And not only that but also it's been hard to snap a photo to post for you all. Finally today I looked out and happen to see two of them feeding very close to my apartment building.As you can see, they definitely camoflauge into the trees. To help those of you playing "Where's the Parakeet?" here's some clock related help (also know they are a bright shade of green). One is at about between 7-8 o'clock and facing to the right. The second parakeet is at 3 o'clock and hanging upside down. Their larger flock is about 20 or so but they usually hang out in the trees just beyond where my camera zoom can capture.

So, ha, ha parakeets, you may wake me up each morning especially at about 6 a.m. on the weekends but today I showed you, I actually got you on camera.

Lights Out

I woke up at 3:21 this morining and noticed that my bedroom fan was off. I thought this strange since I know I hadn't turned it off myself.

I stumbled out of bed thinking, oh god, they've turned off my electricity.

Since living in Brazil, I've discovered that dilenquent bill payment is handled a little differently than the U.S.

In the U.S., you receive a second bill which is usually just added to your next monthly bill, a third bill statement and then eventually a letter stating that if payment is not received then your utility will be cut off and being threatened and then sent onto creditors. Lots of warnings before actual disconnection occurs.

In Brazil, if the tenent didn't pay their bill, they will still turn off your electricity, cable, etc until it's paid. I learned this from trying to have my internet connected. The previous tenent's bill was unpaid. And also know this is not due to the person not leaving monies behind, it just wasn't paid.

My teaching partner had her electricity turned off about 3 weeks ago. She arrived home with her daughters one day and discovered it. She and her husband knew they had not paid their June electric bill. They hadn't paid June's bill because they had never received that month's bill and did not know what they owed. This is unusual though. The turning off process takes a bit of time, but it's completely random. Like in some instances 2 or 3 years later. So for a couple of months to cause a problem was a complete surprise to them.

So it seems that bills are attached more to the residence than your name. Thus, especially with the recent quick shut off of a friend, I was worried.

Needless to say, when I woke up at 3:21 this morning and discovered no electricity my first thought was, crap! I have an unpaid bill. So I then got up and tried to turn on my bedroom light. Nope. Bathroom, nothing. As I was walking down the hall out of the corner of my eye I saw some lightning. Perhaps it wasn't my electric bill, maybe there was something more going on.

I opened my apartment door and peered outside, dead quiet. I'm sure your surprised to hear that was what I discovered at 3:21 a.m. So, I walked out the door and began jumping around. Now you're probably wondering why this was my inclination. Well, our hallway lights are motion sensored so I was trying to activate them and jumping around made the most sense at 3:21 a.m.

Nothing happened from all the jumping. Then I walked down the hall toward the elevators. Pushed the button. Nothing. Our hallways are "open" to the outside through a grid-like cement pattern (the entire side of the building's like a cement trellace). I saw no lights at the two buildings nearby so I was feeling my storm power outage hunch confirmed.

I walked back into my apartment, looked out more windows. Saw more lightning and a lack of lights at other buildings.

Whew! It wasn't me. It was the storm. I decided to head back to bed, now able to sleep knowing it wasn't my problem only, it was all of us due to the weather. Sweet dreams until...

Then just as suddenly as they had gone off, they came back on. And of course, I had forgotten to turn off the lights I had tested so I suddenly woke up to a blinding light right over my head. After switching it off, I headed back to bed.

The power did go off and on one more time during the night. It was funny today to see who had noticed this and who hadn't during the night (only me), who had noticed in the morning (most) and who hadn't noticed at all (one).

So this time, I'm safe but I'm completely paranoid about when my turn with the electric company will happen. I'll update you when it does, but know that it won't be instant since I'll need my electricity to power my internet to do it.

13 days 12 hours

For those of you living in Chicago, you know what that number represents. For those of you living outside of Chicago, there are 13 days and 12 hours until the Olympic Committee makes its decision about who will host the 2016 Olympics.

What's interesting to me about this is I've lived in 2 of the possible host countries this year.

I do want to put out a disclaimer right now. I know many of you have differing opinions about hosting an Olypmic Games. I respect, appreciate and understand them. It is not the intention of this post to persuade your feelings, opinions, ect. Can you tell I'm an elementary teacher or that I'm from the U.S.?

I just to share a couple of videos with you. Chicago's Olympic bid video and Rio's Olympic bid video.

Maybe watching them will reinforce or alter your feelings.

Maybe you'll just enjoy the scenery.

Or maybe, like me on a Friday afternoon after a seriously long and hard week, you'll just be reminded of all of the potential in the world.

Here's Chicago's Olypmic Bid video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_j148bSCngU&feature=related

Here's Rio's Olympic Bid video - oh and in the video, they're singing their unofficial song Cidade Maravilhosa (Rio's nickname, The Marvelous City)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z00jjc-WtZI

Both places, the cities, their countries have a lot to offer something like the Olympics and I know that from living in both. And on a Friday, when you feel run-down and tired and worn out, seeing the potential, is what makes looking past the weekend into next week okay. So whatever the Olympic Committee decides, it does, but these two videos today helped me to see something I'd lost.

Insects come in threes?

So, I literally just hung up a video chat with my parents (who by the way are doing great and just returned wonderful trip on the Southern Illinois winery tour with friends) and I stood up to turn off the light for the night (trying to go to bed early) when out of the corner of my eye I spied a HUGE creature on the corner of the couch closest to the window.
Since being attacked that evening a couple of weeks ago I realized I needed to document the intruding insect with a photo, so my first reaction was...Grab the camera! I snapped the photo but realized that I couldn't quite see what I was going to have to deal with so I stood on my other couch and zoomed in on said intruder.

I knew this thing looked like a beetle but since arriving in Brasilia, everyone's been telling us stories about cicadas here. Being from Illinois I know what locusts and cicadas are. Heard 'em, wore their shells on my shirt as a child at Gram's house and know they can't hurt you. But never ever have I had a 2.5 inch bug in my own home.

Since the intruder was close to the window I figured I could grab the broom and flick him out the window. Then I thought, I know who could help me. Andrea. So I grabbed my phone and gave her a call. It wasn't as if I wanted her to walk across the field to rescue me, more than I wanted to know what I was dealing with. She didn't pick up but I left her a message seeking the moral support needed to remove a gigantic insect from my home.

As I hung up I realized I was going to have to "take care of this" all by myself. I walked back toward the couch giving myself the "Little Engine that Could" pep talk. I think I can, I think I can. I put the broom under the edge of the cushion and gave it the perfect flick. And the sucker hung on! So then I had this dangling intruder on my couch. I gave the insect another flick and it sailed off. Unfortunately my second flick was not quite strong enough so it hit the wall and then fell to the floor. At this instant, I screamed. Shortly afterward I heard my neighbors closed their window.

After gathering up my courage again, I peeked behind the couch and saw the insect, which I could then tell and have now processed was a beetle. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the dustpan. At this point I didn't know how active the beetle would be. Would it fly if I moved anything? Would it freak out and fly all around and bounce all over? Would I cause my neighbors to close another window by it flying all around and me screaming again? So many questions but alas, not time to reflect. It was time to deal with the situation.I tried to sweep said insect into the dustpan but the thing hung onto the floor. He was a strong guy for sure. After several sweeps I finally got him to move/walk onto the dustpan. I leaned out the window and shook the dustpan once. The beetle didn't move. I shook the dustpan harder a second time. Still hung on. I didn't even know that anything could hang onto a slick surface like a dustpan. So the third time I shook the dustpan a little more violently hoping that the beetle would shake off outside rather than somehow coming back in. And finally success. Yea! I knew I could do it, the whole time I did.

Andrea called a few minutes later. She had been on the phone with her mom. She told me she was proud of me for calling and asking for help. I think it was more of a chicken move but regardless it was good to have her support. She's the one who reminded me of the 3's here.

I've had 3 insect encounters since arriving in Brasilia. 1. roaches in the apt, 2. crazy attacking subterranean termites (Sam's research - not sure still because don't have a photo) and 3. daredevilish strong beetle.

Also did you know that it takes 3 shakes to get a beetle off of a dustpan? One. Ah Two-who. Three. Just like the Tootie Pop commericial. Only I think the owl is much cuter than this beetle though.

And how many photos does it take to be done with all this insect fun? I may never know because when I google "beetles in Brasilia, Brazil" all I get are images of VW Beetles. Very popular cars here but not helpful for insect identification. Good luck to all of you entomologists out there!

It's a Beautiful Day

Today is just gorgegous here. A few reasons why...

It's Saturday so I slept in until 8:30.

I woke up a little sore and stiff from my massage
last night but after a little stretching, ahhhhh. Goodness.

Great memories from last night at NUWA with good friends. 3 is a wonderful # Carmen. :)

This is the view from my couch.

The temperature is perfect. 77 degrees. Megan weather.

I've spent the morning doing some online shopping for odds and ends from earbuds to books to shower curtains. It's something I've wanted to do for weeks but finally took some time to do it today.

At 2 a group of us are meeting to celebrate Monica's (EAB's reading specialist) birthday. We're hanging out at Bar Brama which always has live samba music.

I have a roomie date with AP this afternoon and evening.

See, it is a beautiful day in Brasilia.