Postcards
from the field
Brazil
My first weekend in Brazil,
I was dropped off at a
Brazilian house, and they
just said, "We'll
see you Monday at school.
Have fun." Friday
night we had to go the
grocery store, and when
Brazilians shop it's a
big deal because you shop
for everything for that
month. You shop, you eat
supper and you do everything
that night at the grocery
store. There were six
of us in this two–door
car. There are four of
us in the backseat, they
put groceries on top of
us, filled the trunk up
and had a laundry hamper
full of food in front.
We were so low that we
scraped the little speed
bumps every time. It really
brought me closer to them.
It was like I just jumped
in, had my fresh new experience
with them and just grew
from that.
I
lived with them for the
first month I was there.
I was able to go their
house every weekend and
every other weekend I
saw them in church, so
we became really close.
The dad was a policeman,
and so he's a very macho
man. We talked, but were
never close because of
the language. The last
day I was there he came
up to the school where
I was working, and he
stood there, told me bye
and cried. It was very
hard because he was my
dad two years. To see
him cry and hug me; I'll
never ever forget that.
–Libby
Wynn–Brazil
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