I haven´t really had any time to get online since I got too Salvador, everythings been extremely busy and you have to either catch one of the 3 people who have laptops when no one else is using them or go to a cafe to get online (at the university half the computers don´t go online and the Brazilians take all the ones that work while we walk around like idiots trying to find them).
Getting to Salvador was an absolute nightmare, we missed our connection from Sao Paulo after a 3 hour to Kennedy (on no sleep) and had to fly out at 5 in the morning, meaning we couldn´t sleep a second night in a row...i´m just starting to recover now.
The hotel in Bahia is pretty good by 3rd world standards..........with the emphasis on the second part of that statement. It has a pool on the roof which is really nice and we have a nice little balcony that you can see a tiny chunk of ocean from, and a parrot feeder that never has any parrots on it yet.
The school is really nice, and all the Brazilian students are very helpful and nice. 90% of all the Brazilians we meet are really nice, most are impressed with my Portuguese and can´t believe I´ve never been to Brazil before. The most important phrase for an American in Brazil to know is
eu no gosto bush.........eu gosto obama.
I dont have much time, ill talk more about everything in salvador soon but ill leave with one story of the 10% of Brazilians who arent very nice.
We went to Pelurhino (no clue how to spell) which is a huge party spot with bars outside and live music. Its really fun and everyone just dances in the streets, theres also a huge drum troupe that you can march around with and everyone dances...then they start playing so fast that you can´t even dance to it (although when I said this I was told that I mean Americans can´t dance to it). But anyway, a group of the American students were drinking Capharinas (Brazilian drink with rum and sugar) and a guy came up to me and asked if one of the girls was my girl. I said yes because he looked really scary and he nodded and took my drink out of my hand. He threw the straw at me and then chugged the whole drink, and crumpled up the plastic cup and threw it at me and then walked away yelling in Portuguese. No one knew what to do, and he came up later and tried to be our friend, to which I responded that he´s not my friend if he took my drink without asking.
Anyway, gotta run, Í´ll update more soon.
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