Some friends mad this for me. THANK YOU :* |
I’m so
sorry that this is the first time I’m writing you from Brasil, but I didn’t
have time before.
I’m
in Brazil since the early Friday morning and in Varginha since Friday night.
Da Alemanha pra aqui |
But
I’ll start at the beginning: at 1pm at Thursday my family and I left our house
and took the train to Frankfurt airport. There we spend some hours until all
AFSer met at 18.30pm. About one hour later I had to say goodbye to my family
for one year. This was really, really hard.
Then
we had our check-in and we gave up our luggage (my weighed 20,5kg and AFS said
we could take 20kg with us, but 23kg were allowed by Lufthansa).
So
everything went well and at 22.05pm all exchange students were in the airplane,
but not just the German ones, the Italian students who were going to Brazil flied
with us.
The
flight was ok, but at the beginning when I wrote my “Goodbye-Book” I started to
cry because I asked myself what I was doing there.
After
the dinner (spaghetti) I felt asleep for about six hours (but I awake lots of
times because it was very uncomfortable).
At
about 4.45am we arrived in São Paulo and I had a 4 hours-stay there at the
airport. After 4 hours we changed the terminal by bus and checked-in for our
next flight to Belo Horizonte.
It
was a very small airplane with which we flied there. We are the four Italian
exchange students who are in the committee Varginha with me and another German
exchange student who’s living in Ouro Branco.
In
Belo Horizonte my counselor picked me and one of the Italian girls up. We still
had lots of time until our bus to Varginha started, so we made a little tour through
the city by taxi. BH is really beautiful *__* And the stadium Mineiro too.
Belo Horizonte *-* |
In
the bus I couldn’t sleep much, even it was very comfortable. So I was very
tired when I arrived in Varginha at the bus stop.
But
we didn’t go home after my arrival, we went to the host family of one of the Italian
girls because here birthday was on Saturday and they made a party for here.
There
I met lots of Brazilian people, even a boy who went to Germany for one year. It
was very nice, but a bit awkward because I said “Bom dia” (good morning, but in
German we can say it the whole day) the whole time, but it will never happen
again (I hope).
Palms *__* |
At
Saturday I woke up at 9pm and was very sad. Then I started to listen to a audio
book and felt asleep again. When I awake at 1pm again, everything was good
again. I stand up, had breakfast and then I went three times to the supermarket
with my sister.
In
the evening we had a BBQ (fazer churrasco em português) with lots of people. I
was great and I really enjoyed it :)
The
food here is so good *___* I really, really love it! Pão de queijo, Açaí, a
carne, Feijão… And the drinks: Guaraná *-* and the coffee. I would die for the
food here :D
Varginha :) |
The
next day I woke up again at 9am and this time I stand up just a short time after
that. I had breakfast with my family and then I went to the supermarket with my
host siblings.
Then
we had a BBQ again with my host aunt, uncle and their son. It was very relaxed and
cool because they are very nice.
Nave especial |
In
the evening my host sister, some of her friends, a Brazilian boy who’s going to
Germany in September and I went to the city and had “Açaí” (it’s a fruit from a
palm tree). It was very delicious.
After
that we went to the center and I took a picture with the “Nave especial” (the
landmark of Varginha) and a figure of an alien :D
An alien & me |
In
the city center we met lots of young Brazilian people, because there’s a big
place/park where they met at Sunday evening. I talked to lots of them and it was
very cool even I didn’t understand everything.
Some
of them said my eyes are beautiful and at the beginning I was confused but then
I realized that the majority of the Brazilians have dark (brown) eyes and I
have green ones.
So
wanted to post this entry yesterday but I was too tired to write it. Because of
this I’ll post a second entry about my first school day now too.
Até
mais,
Sandra
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