So, apparently I have a lot to say. This month, I have managed to write 25 out of 31 days. Impressed? I have to say I’m just slightly impressed with myself. UH yeah... I mean, “I’m kind of a big deal.” (this is technically a quote ripped off from my sister Caitlin. You are SUCH a big deal Caiter!).
At any rate, this post is all about YOU. I have been so flattered and impressed with all my readers around the world and all the emails and messages I have gotten from all of you. I did not expect when I started writing this (which was mostly so I could avoid repeating the same stories ten times over) that I’d have such a great readership, from colleagues, friends and family of my own colleagues, friends and family!
And best of all, I have Brazilians reading here in Brazil and those that are living abroad away from home. And now, I’m even meeting new Brazilians through some of you who are reading from afar. I’m glad I can bring you some comedy through my experiences here. And to date, I haven’t managed to majorly offend any of you (at least not that I’ve heard!) and even my lamentations about lateness and excuses and pick up lines have seemed to be found comical and even, by some estimations, Fair!
For those that don’t read often and are playing catch up, the posts I received the highest volume of emails and messages about were:
- The other side of Sao Paulo
- Life is Only One
- Brazilian Pick up Lines
and of course
- More reasons to love Fridays
Now that I realize how much I have to say, I will happily keep on writing. Por favor, please keep sending your laughs, comments, comparisons, suggestions and ideas in either language.
OBRIGADA!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Breakthrough…BJs!
My Portuguese is really coming along. I think it’s safe to share that this week has really been a breakthrough week! After six weeks of studying with my teacher Betty 3 times a week, I am past just the reading and listening comprehension and I’m finally starting to engage in some two-way communication, especially in writing. What a relief… Finally! Finalmente!
So, now my emails, instead of just saying hello and thank yous in Portuguese, actually have some real sentences. This week in particular has gotten me a lot of surprised responses from my colleagues and partners for my attempts at writing to them in Portuguese. Honestly, its a really great feeling. (Now, mind you, I don’t tell them it takes me a very long time of looking up the correct verb tense conjugation in my verb dictionary to actually hope these sentences are semi-correct, but hey its all about the effort, right??).
Now that I am writing, I am also using some commonly used sayings and now even abbreviations. My absolute favorite abbreviation is BJs! For all the English speakers, you know what this abbreviation is uh, for in English. I'm sure I don’t need to explain it to you. For Brazilians, if you don't know, I am not going to type it but you know where to find me... :)
In Brazil, Beijos (kisses) is a very common way to sign off an email (as is Abraço – hug). Beijos is commonly abbreviated to Bjs. Yes, BJs. So every day I receive Bjs from my colleagues and friends alike. What a great country this is!
Why am I leaving exactly?
So, now my emails, instead of just saying hello and thank yous in Portuguese, actually have some real sentences. This week in particular has gotten me a lot of surprised responses from my colleagues and partners for my attempts at writing to them in Portuguese. Honestly, its a really great feeling. (Now, mind you, I don’t tell them it takes me a very long time of looking up the correct verb tense conjugation in my verb dictionary to actually hope these sentences are semi-correct, but hey its all about the effort, right??).
Now that I am writing, I am also using some commonly used sayings and now even abbreviations. My absolute favorite abbreviation is BJs! For all the English speakers, you know what this abbreviation is uh, for in English. I'm sure I don’t need to explain it to you. For Brazilians, if you don't know, I am not going to type it but you know where to find me... :)
In Brazil, Beijos (kisses) is a very common way to sign off an email (as is Abraço – hug). Beijos is commonly abbreviated to Bjs. Yes, BJs. So every day I receive Bjs from my colleagues and friends alike. What a great country this is!
Why am I leaving exactly?
Monday, March 29, 2010
Então
I posted this on facebook the other day, but I think it merits its own blog post.
Então might be the most commonly used word in the Portuguese language. Or at least in Sao Paulo, where there is a bevy of excuses for being inexcusably late for meetings or deadlines.
Então... = So...
So, I didn't show up to the meeting because of... (get ready for the excuse)
...the rain
...the traffic
...my last meeting went late
...the traffic
...I lost (missed) my flight.
...the traffic
...etc.
"Infelizmente..." it was IMPOSSIBLE!
Of course it was! (insert eye roll here)
Então might be the most commonly used word in the Portuguese language. Or at least in Sao Paulo, where there is a bevy of excuses for being inexcusably late for meetings or deadlines.
Então... = So...
So, I didn't show up to the meeting because of... (get ready for the excuse)
...the rain
...the traffic
...my last meeting went late
...the traffic
...I lost (missed) my flight.
...the traffic
...etc.
"Infelizmente..." it was IMPOSSIBLE!
Of course it was! (insert eye roll here)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Brazilian Pick Up Lines
Brazilian men have a lot of love to give. Or so they tell me. Quite frequently.
So, funnily enough, this is the core of the Brazilian pick up attempt. Or, at least, how they try to pick up foreign women. Brazilian women I know inform me that this special kind of speech is reserved for the seemly unaware foreingers such as myself. Sadly, Brazilian men were not forewarned about me. So, their attempts have been quite fruitless to date.
A few gems I’ve heard recently:
-"I have a lot of love to give you. And it’s only for you."
-"You need a boyfriend to show you Sao Paulo. I’d be happy to provide this [implied: service] for you."
-"The best place to learn Portuguese is on my pillow."
-"I will take you to [insert far away city], next time my girlfriend is away." (!!)
And, my favorite:
-"Everything inside this shirt is for you!"
These are at least a step better than the gratuitous waist grab in the bar. A surefire way to put my NYC ‘No Tolerance’ attitude into immediate effect and get them the cold shoulder / talk to the hand reaction.
So, sadly, despite all of your very earnest inquiries about whether I’ve developed a lengthy queue of Brazilian boyfriends, the men here really haven’t established a high success rate in securing my company. Though, since Brasileiros seem keenly aware that picking up women is a numbers game, no matter what reception they receive, it won’t stop them from trying! And surely (as if my ego needed a boost), its flattering even if a hilariously incompetent way to try to pick up a woman like me.
Footnote: Apologies to my Brasileiro friends, for exposing your ‘game’! ;)
So, funnily enough, this is the core of the Brazilian pick up attempt. Or, at least, how they try to pick up foreign women. Brazilian women I know inform me that this special kind of speech is reserved for the seemly unaware foreingers such as myself. Sadly, Brazilian men were not forewarned about me. So, their attempts have been quite fruitless to date.
A few gems I’ve heard recently:
-"I have a lot of love to give you. And it’s only for you."
-"You need a boyfriend to show you Sao Paulo. I’d be happy to provide this [implied: service] for you."
-"The best place to learn Portuguese is on my pillow."
-"I will take you to [insert far away city], next time my girlfriend is away." (!!)
And, my favorite:
-"Everything inside this shirt is for you!"
These are at least a step better than the gratuitous waist grab in the bar. A surefire way to put my NYC ‘No Tolerance’ attitude into immediate effect and get them the cold shoulder / talk to the hand reaction.
So, sadly, despite all of your very earnest inquiries about whether I’ve developed a lengthy queue of Brazilian boyfriends, the men here really haven’t established a high success rate in securing my company. Though, since Brasileiros seem keenly aware that picking up women is a numbers game, no matter what reception they receive, it won’t stop them from trying! And surely (as if my ego needed a boost), its flattering even if a hilariously incompetent way to try to pick up a woman like me.
Footnote: Apologies to my Brasileiro friends, for exposing your ‘game’! ;)
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Juquehy
Sometimes the best times happen when you don’t plan them or you don’t expect them. This weekend was a perfect example of this, complete with new friends, all afternoon lunches, airport parties, beach trips and other adventures….all before Sunday even dawned.
After a great night out to celebrate Erika’s birthday on Thursday night, I was game for any excuse to wrap up the day early on Friday and make the weekend happen. Erika came through in spades with the perfect offer: meet me and my friend (Fausto, visiting from Mexico for only 8 hours on a layover) for a late lunch. And the location sealed the deal: Figueira. This restaurant in Jardins is quite well known, especially for foreigners here. The food is great and there is a huge fig tree growing through the middle of the restaurant courtyard, making it quite the ambiance. So by the time “lunch” happened it really was a late afternoon feast that was more like a multi-course, multi-cocktail dinner with lots of laughs and the precursor to a longer evening and madrugada to follow. Excellent. So, plied with good food, drinks and aperitifs, I was more than game to accompany these two to the airport in an attempt to have an airport party en route to send Fausto back to Mexico. Long story short, by the time we had our many roadies (see earlier post “Life is Only One” for instructions), we had convinced Fausto to change his flight to Mexico for the next day and instead do a Saturday roadtrip with us to the beach instead. So, we immediately redirected our driver to take us directly to the Hotel Unique so we could continue the party, with fresh cocktails in proper glassware beside the pool. After a long night out, an impromptu group sleep over party and an early departure to the beach, we headed off for Juquehy beach, about 150 kms outside of Sao Paulo. And despite some clouds and a major GPS fail (combo of BAD maps here and our newbie status for navigating out of the city), the beach did not disappoint!
Here you can enjoy some of the photos (different ones than those on facebook, so as not to bore you all!)
After a great night out to celebrate Erika’s birthday on Thursday night, I was game for any excuse to wrap up the day early on Friday and make the weekend happen. Erika came through in spades with the perfect offer: meet me and my friend (Fausto, visiting from Mexico for only 8 hours on a layover) for a late lunch. And the location sealed the deal: Figueira. This restaurant in Jardins is quite well known, especially for foreigners here. The food is great and there is a huge fig tree growing through the middle of the restaurant courtyard, making it quite the ambiance. So by the time “lunch” happened it really was a late afternoon feast that was more like a multi-course, multi-cocktail dinner with lots of laughs and the precursor to a longer evening and madrugada to follow. Excellent. So, plied with good food, drinks and aperitifs, I was more than game to accompany these two to the airport in an attempt to have an airport party en route to send Fausto back to Mexico. Long story short, by the time we had our many roadies (see earlier post “Life is Only One” for instructions), we had convinced Fausto to change his flight to Mexico for the next day and instead do a Saturday roadtrip with us to the beach instead. So, we immediately redirected our driver to take us directly to the Hotel Unique so we could continue the party, with fresh cocktails in proper glassware beside the pool. After a long night out, an impromptu group sleep over party and an early departure to the beach, we headed off for Juquehy beach, about 150 kms outside of Sao Paulo. And despite some clouds and a major GPS fail (combo of BAD maps here and our newbie status for navigating out of the city), the beach did not disappoint!
Here you can enjoy some of the photos (different ones than those on facebook, so as not to bore you all!)
Friday, March 26, 2010
Pastimes
Today's post is dedicated to what I'm beginning to understand is quite a Brazilian pastime: Making out in public.
Now, to be fair, making out in public is something that people in many cultures enjoy with no qualms about the other people around them. In North America, this is usually reserved for the very late witching hour at the bar during which time the threat of the alcohol being cut off and the lights going on is imminent.
In Brazil, however, it has been my observation that there is more commitment and openess to making out in very public places with great fervor and passion... Like the ship is literally going down. At any time of day, or night. This is enjoyed by the young and old alike. To witness the practice of this pastime, I've compiled a handy list of locations in which Brazilians can be found enjoying some public passion (i.e. anywhere and everywhere all the time).
Locations ideal for this activity:
Daytime: Escalators, shopping malls, parks, street corners, office entrance ways, cafes
Evening/Night/Madrugada: Restaurants, bottecas, street corners, bars, clubs, taxis.
(List is not exhaustive. You get the idea).
Keep the passion going Brazil!
Addendum: The same very night, I was thrilled to get some photographic evidence of this phenomenom. We were out at the Skye bar at the Hotel Unique and this couple was extremely amourous. Please get a room when it gets to this point.
PS - I'm sure you will all be thrilled to learn I will also soon be posting a compilation of Brazilian pick up lines I've been the (incredulous) recipient of since arriving here.
Now, to be fair, making out in public is something that people in many cultures enjoy with no qualms about the other people around them. In North America, this is usually reserved for the very late witching hour at the bar during which time the threat of the alcohol being cut off and the lights going on is imminent.
In Brazil, however, it has been my observation that there is more commitment and openess to making out in very public places with great fervor and passion... Like the ship is literally going down. At any time of day, or night. This is enjoyed by the young and old alike. To witness the practice of this pastime, I've compiled a handy list of locations in which Brazilians can be found enjoying some public passion (i.e. anywhere and everywhere all the time).
Locations ideal for this activity:
Daytime: Escalators, shopping malls, parks, street corners, office entrance ways, cafes
Evening/Night/Madrugada: Restaurants, bottecas, street corners, bars, clubs, taxis.
(List is not exhaustive. You get the idea).
Keep the passion going Brazil!
Addendum: The same very night, I was thrilled to get some photographic evidence of this phenomenom. We were out at the Skye bar at the Hotel Unique and this couple was extremely amourous. Please get a room when it gets to this point.
PS - I'm sure you will all be thrilled to learn I will also soon be posting a compilation of Brazilian pick up lines I've been the (incredulous) recipient of since arriving here.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Engov
This posting is a commercial for Engov. Thank you Brazil, for bringing us Engov. These 2 little pills, packaged perfectly together in their little gold foil, are the essential ingredients to a great night out. Or rather, enjoying the day following a great night out. Bless Brazil for selling every known drug over the counter without a prescription in handy single serving packages. This allows one to waste endless quantities of time perusing all the wonderful wares showcased in each Drogaria. Following such enjoyable browsing and armed with a purse full of engov, I’m ready to hit the town and make lifelong friends by introducing newcomers to this most ingenious product. When I arrived, I was introduced immediately, and so I take it upon myself to pay it forward. For best results, take one Engov before drinking and one after. Since I have yet to actually accomplish this pre-planning, I will continue to attest that this product still works when you take one before sleep and one when you wake up cursing your 8am call.
Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for any ingredients that may or may not be contained in this product. It is not legal in any other country so contents are likely illicit.
You’re welcome.
Disclaimer: I cannot be held responsible for any ingredients that may or may not be contained in this product. It is not legal in any other country so contents are likely illicit.
You’re welcome.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Time out
For those who have been slightly worried about my health and well being, thank you for your notes. While writing about my adventures has been entertaining to most, it has raised concern from a few about how on earth I will sustain this pace. Work, travel, party, rinse, repeat. No, I haven't completely given up sleeping. Yes, I have been going a mile a minute, but here's a secret for you all. I lived the same way in NYC and before that to a large degree in Vancouver too, I just didn't publish it every day. So, this is not new. I have over a decade of practice...I'm a multi-tasking, work-hard/play-hard professional. Pay me a visit and I will teach you how! :)
BUT, that said, care packages of ColdFX from Canada and Emergencee from the US will be gladly accepted. For preventative measures, of course. And, rest assured worriers, there are times (like now in fact) that I take a self-mandated time out. Just to 'recharge the batteries' as my mom Cathie says. So I can go find the fun tomorrow. Like the post from yesterday--- Life is only One!
BUT, that said, care packages of ColdFX from Canada and Emergencee from the US will be gladly accepted. For preventative measures, of course. And, rest assured worriers, there are times (like now in fact) that I take a self-mandated time out. Just to 'recharge the batteries' as my mom Cathie says. So I can go find the fun tomorrow. Like the post from yesterday--- Life is only One!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Life is Only One
So I’m tracking well on my travel ‘project plan’. This weekend, we headed for Punta del Este, Uruguay. This beach town, frequented mostly by Argentinians and a few Brazilians (and then the rest of us) was replete with opportunities for us to bring our diverse crew to take over Punta for the entire weekend. From our quality time together this weekend, we were able to compile some very serious life lessons that I’m happy to impart upon all of you now.
10 Tips to Be Forever Young (or at least give it an honest try, every day of the week)
1) Be committed. This means that when you want to get out of town for the weekend, there can be no barrier too big to overcome. Few available flights? Sitting in 2 and a half hours of insane traffic to get to the airport? Nearly missing the flight? Getting back in time for quarter end customer meetings (hopefully)? None of these challenges are too big. The trip MUST go on.
2) Take risks. Notably, flying unknown Uruguayan airlines (Pluna? WTF… though, at least they have Canadair jets). We did arrive in one piece thankfully.
3) Be prepared. Just like the girl guides/ boy scouts, we were prepared. We travel with roadies. The kind that you carry on the plane, mix in the back of the trunk with Vodka purchased at the duty free, or pre mix in water bottles to ensure the long ride to the airport is more entertaining. (side note: highly recommend the new Absolut - "Flavor of the Tropics".)
4) Be efficient. Cramming 5 to 6 grown adults in a Jeep YJ soft top to get around each day and night, is the height of efficiency. Also, staging daily photo shoots of this mode of transport always sure to be entertaining. Considering my 17 year old sister Sean just became the proud owner of her own Jeep convertible, I’m pretty sure we’re doing a great job of setting a good example. Sean – I will forward the photos so you can take note and learn from your mature elders on how to make your sweet new ride THE party mobile for your future college years (actually, since you’ve had the jeep a week, you’re probably a pro at this already).
5) Take the shortest path. Forget the road and instead drive on the beach to get to where you’re going. This works well when experienced drivers use the 4-wheel drive correctly. This is not recommended when the 4-wheel drive is not engaged and you end up in a sand bath and walking home (thanks Hoki! Next time, I’m driving).
6) Be focused on the end goal (winning). And so, gambling while intoxicated will not be discouraged. Especially recommended to throw the craps dice across the casino (accident!) or advising your friends loudly and obviously when to hit while playing blackjack (this is against the rules? Really?). Most importantly keep the gambling going even when you lost your sweet lead.
7) Learn geography. This will improve your odds of making friends and holding intelligent conversations. For those who need to beef up on their geo studies, please take note that Lima is NOT in Ecuador. And Ecuadorians are also NOT Mexican. And Argentinians are always loud and obnoxious, especially on flights to Miami (or so they say).
8) Dance. Give your all and do your sexy dance, no matter who is watching or what you look like. The giant pepper mill sexy dance really says it all here. (Video withheld).
9) Persevere. When you have a 6 am flight, the only answer is to stay up all night, even when tomorrow is Monday. For best results, schedule your car service to arrive before you head to the bar.
10) Carpe Diem. This goes without saying I think, but always make time to catch the sunrise! Especially when it’s pink.
Shout outs: Major shout out to Bebe for being our most welcoming host and giving us the keys to the city (or, more specifically the keys to the VIP treatment at the Conrad Casino and the keys to the YJ), Hoki for being committed to bringing the Punta party together and making sure I always have “a challenge” to keep the party going till at least 8am. And finally, to Ana Maria for being an inspiration! (as in the title of this post).
10 Tips to Be Forever Young (or at least give it an honest try, every day of the week)
1) Be committed. This means that when you want to get out of town for the weekend, there can be no barrier too big to overcome. Few available flights? Sitting in 2 and a half hours of insane traffic to get to the airport? Nearly missing the flight? Getting back in time for quarter end customer meetings (hopefully)? None of these challenges are too big. The trip MUST go on.
2) Take risks. Notably, flying unknown Uruguayan airlines (Pluna? WTF… though, at least they have Canadair jets). We did arrive in one piece thankfully.
3) Be prepared. Just like the girl guides/ boy scouts, we were prepared. We travel with roadies. The kind that you carry on the plane, mix in the back of the trunk with Vodka purchased at the duty free, or pre mix in water bottles to ensure the long ride to the airport is more entertaining. (side note: highly recommend the new Absolut - "Flavor of the Tropics".)
4) Be efficient. Cramming 5 to 6 grown adults in a Jeep YJ soft top to get around each day and night, is the height of efficiency. Also, staging daily photo shoots of this mode of transport always sure to be entertaining. Considering my 17 year old sister Sean just became the proud owner of her own Jeep convertible, I’m pretty sure we’re doing a great job of setting a good example. Sean – I will forward the photos so you can take note and learn from your mature elders on how to make your sweet new ride THE party mobile for your future college years (actually, since you’ve had the jeep a week, you’re probably a pro at this already).
5) Take the shortest path. Forget the road and instead drive on the beach to get to where you’re going. This works well when experienced drivers use the 4-wheel drive correctly. This is not recommended when the 4-wheel drive is not engaged and you end up in a sand bath and walking home (thanks Hoki! Next time, I’m driving).
6) Be focused on the end goal (winning). And so, gambling while intoxicated will not be discouraged. Especially recommended to throw the craps dice across the casino (accident!) or advising your friends loudly and obviously when to hit while playing blackjack (this is against the rules? Really?). Most importantly keep the gambling going even when you lost your sweet lead.
7) Learn geography. This will improve your odds of making friends and holding intelligent conversations. For those who need to beef up on their geo studies, please take note that Lima is NOT in Ecuador. And Ecuadorians are also NOT Mexican. And Argentinians are always loud and obnoxious, especially on flights to Miami (or so they say).
8) Dance. Give your all and do your sexy dance, no matter who is watching or what you look like. The giant pepper mill sexy dance really says it all here. (Video withheld).
9) Persevere. When you have a 6 am flight, the only answer is to stay up all night, even when tomorrow is Monday. For best results, schedule your car service to arrive before you head to the bar.
10) Carpe Diem. This goes without saying I think, but always make time to catch the sunrise! Especially when it’s pink.
Shout outs: Major shout out to Bebe for being our most welcoming host and giving us the keys to the city (or, more specifically the keys to the VIP treatment at the Conrad Casino and the keys to the YJ), Hoki for being committed to bringing the Punta party together and making sure I always have “a challenge” to keep the party going till at least 8am. And finally, to Ana Maria for being an inspiration! (as in the title of this post).
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Today's news is just filler
Okay, quick reporting back on last night since I only can multi task this blogging thing so much between running around Sao Paulo to partner meetings all day… St Patrick’s was a lot of fun and despite most people at the bar not knowing what they were celebrating or why they were wearing green, it was a fun night involving our fair share of Guinness and green beers. Not so traditionally, we then moved the party go salsa, where we shut down the night (salsa is usually a prime destination firstly since its always fun and mostly because this crew good at it! Me, not so much. Especially after drinking Guinness all night!).
In other news, we are heading to Punta del Este, Uruguay this weekend. A few of us fly tomorrow night – this trip is shaping up to be another good one. This time, the laptop will not be coming with me, so weekend updates will not be forthcoming. More next week.
In other news, we are heading to Punta del Este, Uruguay this weekend. A few of us fly tomorrow night – this trip is shaping up to be another good one. This time, the laptop will not be coming with me, so weekend updates will not be forthcoming. More next week.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St Paddy's Day!
I love this day! I'm a little disappointed I'm not in NYC or Dublin today, because most people don't really know what St Patrick's Day is here in Brazil, nor do they have a reason to really care. So it would not occur to anyone to wear green or be otherwise festive today. I did wear green to all my partner meetings. But, I had to explain what St Patrick's day was to a couple of Brazilian colleagues. Luckily I have a plan with the crew to head to one of the Irish pubs for the night. Yes there are a few of those, thankfully. I will report back tomorrow on the success of the Guiness-drinking mission... Till then, raise a pint and have some craic tonight!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Panamania
Panamania is the theme for my trips to Panama. I’m not sure what it is about this country that I like so much but I cannot recommend it enough. And each time I visit (now twice), it’s always good times.
But, the topic of this post is, really, about how I finally saw the Panama Canal.
The first time to Panama, much like the second, was a very spontaneous visit. On my first visit back in November, Scott and Craig had already planned a trip there, and over some beers we were enjoying the weekend prior to their departure they invited me to come along. I whipped out the blackberry, was instantly doing a Kayak flight search (thanks to a very good app that actually works on blackberry, THANK YOU Kayak.com) and happily learned that flights from NYC were quite cheap. Fast forward, I book my flight mid week and arrived in Panama City that same Friday night. Just in time to take this little city by storm. I just have to say that the Panamanian people are the best. They are extremely friendly, which makes their country a great place to visit. Good music, good dancing, and some really great food (I live on ceviche when I’m there) also help the equation. On this particular trip, we also (after sampling much too much of what the city night had to offer us), prior to taking a jaunt to Bocas del Toro (HIGHLY recommended but too much to write about here today), decided that on our way to the flight, we should really take in the Panama Canal. Given my family’s business is in shipping and I grew up hearing about how important the Panama Canal is to world trade, I felt like it was something I really should see. So despite the miserable state that we were in (I was head-to-knee… in extremely rough shape), I insisted we head for the Miraflores Locks. When we arrived, after making a half hearted attempt to get in, but seeing a long line of tourists and no easy photo opps, we threw in the towel and headed for the local airport in search of the beach. The rest of the trip continued in much the same vein and so not surprisingly, I never did make it to the Panama Canal.
And so, the redux! On my second visit, the spontaneity factor was sort of similar. I’m getting restless. I need a fun destination. Flights to Colombia and other places on my To-Visit spreadsheet (see earlier post about colour coded travel planning) were booked. Where too? PANAMA! Now, on this visit, I was bound and determined to get to the Panama Canal. For some I’m sure this feat of engineering would be a tad boring (it involves watching the ships pass through at a snail’s pace and waiting for gravity to do its work to raise the ships to higher water levels). Luckily I was quite interested in and impressed by the whole process (esp. considering this was built almost 100 years ago! Very cool). But, then again, it didn’t hurt that we also had the cutest Panamanian guy explaining the whole thing in great excitement and detail. You’d think the guy built the locks himself. At any rate, somehow I managed to feel like I’d actually accomplished something by getting there, which is in itself quite funny. So I’m happy to post this photo– tick that one off the freaking list.
But, the topic of this post is, really, about how I finally saw the Panama Canal.
The first time to Panama, much like the second, was a very spontaneous visit. On my first visit back in November, Scott and Craig had already planned a trip there, and over some beers we were enjoying the weekend prior to their departure they invited me to come along. I whipped out the blackberry, was instantly doing a Kayak flight search (thanks to a very good app that actually works on blackberry, THANK YOU Kayak.com) and happily learned that flights from NYC were quite cheap. Fast forward, I book my flight mid week and arrived in Panama City that same Friday night. Just in time to take this little city by storm. I just have to say that the Panamanian people are the best. They are extremely friendly, which makes their country a great place to visit. Good music, good dancing, and some really great food (I live on ceviche when I’m there) also help the equation. On this particular trip, we also (after sampling much too much of what the city night had to offer us), prior to taking a jaunt to Bocas del Toro (HIGHLY recommended but too much to write about here today), decided that on our way to the flight, we should really take in the Panama Canal. Given my family’s business is in shipping and I grew up hearing about how important the Panama Canal is to world trade, I felt like it was something I really should see. So despite the miserable state that we were in (I was head-to-knee… in extremely rough shape), I insisted we head for the Miraflores Locks. When we arrived, after making a half hearted attempt to get in, but seeing a long line of tourists and no easy photo opps, we threw in the towel and headed for the local airport in search of the beach. The rest of the trip continued in much the same vein and so not surprisingly, I never did make it to the Panama Canal.
And so, the redux! On my second visit, the spontaneity factor was sort of similar. I’m getting restless. I need a fun destination. Flights to Colombia and other places on my To-Visit spreadsheet (see earlier post about colour coded travel planning) were booked. Where too? PANAMA! Now, on this visit, I was bound and determined to get to the Panama Canal. For some I’m sure this feat of engineering would be a tad boring (it involves watching the ships pass through at a snail’s pace and waiting for gravity to do its work to raise the ships to higher water levels). Luckily I was quite interested in and impressed by the whole process (esp. considering this was built almost 100 years ago! Very cool). But, then again, it didn’t hurt that we also had the cutest Panamanian guy explaining the whole thing in great excitement and detail. You’d think the guy built the locks himself. At any rate, somehow I managed to feel like I’d actually accomplished something by getting there, which is in itself quite funny. So I’m happy to post this photo– tick that one off the freaking list.
Welcome back.
Ugh. I HATE red eyes. I hate them A LOT. Then, when crying babies are involved and there is no sleep for the entire flight, its even worse. Then arriving to...you guessed it...Sao Paulo morning traffic from GRU. Nearly an hour and a half back to the apartment, then a quick turnaround and here I am at the office. Ouch. So tired. I need to figure out better scheduling. Like now, as next up is Punta del Este, Uruguay this weekend. Holla atcha!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Master of the upsell
In Brazil there are some excellent (retail) sales people. If you go shopping for shoes, you will learn this immediately. I have gone shoe shopping more than a couple times...naturally! Firstly since I pared down my "To Pack" pile of shoes from 32 to 20 when I left NYC (yes, seriously - and have regretted this rash downsizing every single day since) and quickly realized I needed to re-stock my options when I got here. But also, there are some great shoes here and they are somewhat affordable (see Mythbusting post from last week). But, back to the shoes… Great shoes (as if I needed an excuse).
So, when you go shopping for shoes, if you ask to try on a certain pair, the sales girl will come back with (hopefully) the pair you requested, plus about 10 additional boxes. Really, she has just grabbed every other shoe they have in stock in your size. She will then proceed to open each and every box and showcase each new pair to you. This one? (as she tries to put it on your foot). No, how about this one? It’s actually less aggressive than it sounds writing it but its assertive enough that you usually end up trying on at least a few additional pairs and you eventually have to guide them back to the pair you actually wanted in the first place. Though let's face it, its shoes we're talking about here so they are often successful in this methodical upsell. If they do not in fact find a suitable additional pair of shoes for you, there are usually an array of belts, handbags and other items that she can waylay you with on your way to the cash register. I might add that since very few people speak English here (also covered in Mythbusting post), this is all done quite effectively even with the language barrier. It involves the usual - lots of one word exchanges, waving, gesturing, smiling etc. At first this drove me nuts but now that I know the drill, whenever I want to purchase something, I have come to expect it and now find it rather entertaining. The sales girls are good at it, so I may as well just let them do their good work and sell me yet another cute pair of heels. I mean!
But, to take this on a work related note, I have also been a bit baffled by this. I cannot figure out how the retail sales people can be so good at the upsell but we cannot get our partners to add on any kind of our business intelligence software to their sales, literally to save their lives (and frustratingly, my primary mission while working here in Brazil). Apparently, this skill is reserved for the cute young retail bunnies. Maybe I should bring one these cuties to my next partner meeting (preferably in casual Friday get up), maybe I'll actually get somewhere. Since we all know that sex is the only thing that really sells.
So, when you go shopping for shoes, if you ask to try on a certain pair, the sales girl will come back with (hopefully) the pair you requested, plus about 10 additional boxes. Really, she has just grabbed every other shoe they have in stock in your size. She will then proceed to open each and every box and showcase each new pair to you. This one? (as she tries to put it on your foot). No, how about this one? It’s actually less aggressive than it sounds writing it but its assertive enough that you usually end up trying on at least a few additional pairs and you eventually have to guide them back to the pair you actually wanted in the first place. Though let's face it, its shoes we're talking about here so they are often successful in this methodical upsell. If they do not in fact find a suitable additional pair of shoes for you, there are usually an array of belts, handbags and other items that she can waylay you with on your way to the cash register. I might add that since very few people speak English here (also covered in Mythbusting post), this is all done quite effectively even with the language barrier. It involves the usual - lots of one word exchanges, waving, gesturing, smiling etc. At first this drove me nuts but now that I know the drill, whenever I want to purchase something, I have come to expect it and now find it rather entertaining. The sales girls are good at it, so I may as well just let them do their good work and sell me yet another cute pair of heels. I mean!
But, to take this on a work related note, I have also been a bit baffled by this. I cannot figure out how the retail sales people can be so good at the upsell but we cannot get our partners to add on any kind of our business intelligence software to their sales, literally to save their lives (and frustratingly, my primary mission while working here in Brazil). Apparently, this skill is reserved for the cute young retail bunnies. Maybe I should bring one these cuties to my next partner meeting (preferably in casual Friday get up), maybe I'll actually get somewhere. Since we all know that sex is the only thing that really sells.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Madrugada
I just learned this word and I love it. It’s the Portuguese (and Spanish) word for the part of the night from midnight until 6am. We need a word like this in English. In my vernacular, I would call this PRIME TIME.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
She finds religion in unlikely places
I am sitting at the Sao Paolo Guarulhos airport (GRU) waiting for my flight to Panama City (the one in Panama… NOT Florida).
Traveling out of SP is a real pain to get to any international destinations. Not only are these direct flights extremely limited in number, but getting there is a real biatch. The international airport is about 30 kms or so outside of the city but with the ridiculous traffic situation, this trip can take anywhere from 45 minutes to over 2 hours. Then, once you get there, the security lines can be out of control. Luckily, Saturday morning is a relatively relaxed time here. Since the traffic was somewhat passable this morning, here I am painfully early, drinking coffee and people watching.
This relaxed atmosphere seems to be inspiring some religious observation. As evidenced by the Muslim prayer group taking place right in front of me. Seven or eight guys have gotten their prayer mats out. Their shoes are off and in a big pile to the side. They are conducting a full prayer ritual, right here in front of Gate 20 with flights leaving any time for Buenos Aires and Panama City.
They are in a circle though, not facing the direction of the sun.
Oh, prayer time is over. Looks like the mats can double as a comfy spot for snack time.
Praise Allah!
(Side note: Check out the photos of my bro Cam and I praying in a mosque in Egypt this past summer – so I already know the drill!).
Traveling out of SP is a real pain to get to any international destinations. Not only are these direct flights extremely limited in number, but getting there is a real biatch. The international airport is about 30 kms or so outside of the city but with the ridiculous traffic situation, this trip can take anywhere from 45 minutes to over 2 hours. Then, once you get there, the security lines can be out of control. Luckily, Saturday morning is a relatively relaxed time here. Since the traffic was somewhat passable this morning, here I am painfully early, drinking coffee and people watching.
This relaxed atmosphere seems to be inspiring some religious observation. As evidenced by the Muslim prayer group taking place right in front of me. Seven or eight guys have gotten their prayer mats out. Their shoes are off and in a big pile to the side. They are conducting a full prayer ritual, right here in front of Gate 20 with flights leaving any time for Buenos Aires and Panama City.
They are in a circle though, not facing the direction of the sun.
Oh, prayer time is over. Looks like the mats can double as a comfy spot for snack time.
Praise Allah!
(Side note: Check out the photos of my bro Cam and I praying in a mosque in Egypt this past summer – so I already know the drill!).
Friday, March 12, 2010
I have Doubts.
The topic of Direct Translations is actually a couple years in the making and one that I find especially interesting and entertaining since I’m back to being a student of language. The most notable experience being with the title phrase when I first worked with the Brazilian team a couple years ago after first joining SAP. At this time, my team and I were working on a customer/partner event series with the local teams to create a big show for small to medium businesses in those markets. As with any event planning there were a lot of detailed conference calls in preparation. On these calls, my team and I were frequently thrown for a major loop. We would have what would seem like a productive conference call. Then, after thinking that we had all our actions and priorities aligned and with minutes left on the call, the loaded statement would come. One of our Brazilian colleagues would say, "So, I have DOUBTS". Um, okay. Doubts? (Insert a confused exhale here). You, have Doubts? You.... don't believe us? Huh. Should we go through the list again? Was it something specific we said?
It wasn’t until moving to Brazil that I truly learned the real issue. One of the common words in Portuguese for a question is uma dúvida. Directly translated into English its a doubt. Technically, this is correct and easily understood. However, the subtlety of implication behind the word Doubt for English speakers is completely different than a question and used for much more serious consideration than asking a question…
A couple other examples of these great direct translations that make my day entertaining:
My colleagues always tell me they would like to "present me" to people, when they would like to introduce me to someone new. Of course, I understand what they mean, but this choice of word in English always conjures up images of me being presented in a much more elaborate sense. Should I prepare a song and dance? Do I need to take a bow with florish?
And the best one that never ceases to make me laugh, is the topic of "Customer Intimacy". Now in English, this word has such a strong sexual connotation that having this "Intimidade com o cliente" or so called intimacy with our customers seems a bit shocking and inappropriate. But the word intimate in Portuguese (also Spanish incidentally), simply means to be very close and does not carry the implied sexual meaning that our north American culture has assigned the word, through using it as an politically correct euphemism for sex. So it always cracks me up immensely to hear our President of Latin America talk on this topic. :)
It wasn’t until moving to Brazil that I truly learned the real issue. One of the common words in Portuguese for a question is uma dúvida. Directly translated into English its a doubt. Technically, this is correct and easily understood. However, the subtlety of implication behind the word Doubt for English speakers is completely different than a question and used for much more serious consideration than asking a question…
A couple other examples of these great direct translations that make my day entertaining:
My colleagues always tell me they would like to "present me" to people, when they would like to introduce me to someone new. Of course, I understand what they mean, but this choice of word in English always conjures up images of me being presented in a much more elaborate sense. Should I prepare a song and dance? Do I need to take a bow with florish?
And the best one that never ceases to make me laugh, is the topic of "Customer Intimacy". Now in English, this word has such a strong sexual connotation that having this "Intimidade com o cliente" or so called intimacy with our customers seems a bit shocking and inappropriate. But the word intimate in Portuguese (also Spanish incidentally), simply means to be very close and does not carry the implied sexual meaning that our north American culture has assigned the word, through using it as an politically correct euphemism for sex. So it always cracks me up immensely to hear our President of Latin America talk on this topic. :)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mythbusters
So it's time for some mythbusting. These are the things that I hear from a lot of people in North America in the types of comments that they make to me. It's very interesting how there are some perceptions about Brazil that are the exact opposite of reality.
I was starting to get the idea that you all think that I'm down here laying at the beach, living high on the horse, being fanned by a super tanned, hot Brazilian man who speaks perfect English to me, while I laugh about how I got out of working for six months.
Not so. (I wish). Here's a start at the first 5 myths that I have encountered the most.
1) Things are cheap in Brazil.
Actually, it's ridiculously expensive here. Things that are particularly expensive are cars, furniture and household items etc. Clothing is also pretty expensive (shoes slightly more affordable, thank god). And, going out for dinner and drinking is on par with NYC. So, i'm not getting any USD discounts by any stretch! (As a side, note, services tend to be quite cheap - for example to have a nanny for your child or someone to clean your house).
2) Everyone here is UBER hot.
Not only does everyone seem to think that if you are Brazilian you are smoking hot, skinny model material, but also, that there is some image of all these exotic, darkly tanned people and me sticking out like a sore thumb as the obvious foreigner. Sure, you can find these hot people. They probably work out and lay at the beach in Rio everyday and aren't part of the working majority. In fact, its the complete opposite. All our colleagues are very regular looking people who haven't turned down numerous modelling contracts (sorry guys, it's true!). And I blend right in with this more pasty indoor crew that spend the majority of their lives inside the office (see #3).
3) It's Laid Back.
No, I am not chillaxing by the pool every day. Actually I haven't seen a pool since I've been here and have only seen the beach on my Carnaval trip. Most people are working 10-12 hour days. Granted I have some ongoing commentary on the general productiveness of this lengthy time span in the office. But overall, my general opinion is that Paulistas do work hard and I am not always loving the long hours that usually eat into a lot of my evening time.
4) It's Hot and Sunny.
And now, further to it not being laid back, it's also not hot and sunny all the time. In fact, when I arrived it rained for 45 STRAIGHT DAYS. Seriously. And, involved absolutely torrential downpours. Granted, 45 bibilical days and nights was a bit more drastic than the usual summer rains, thanks to a crazy wet season all across the continent, but afternoon showers each day in the late summer (ie now) are very common. We finally have had a couple days of sun the last few days and its a first. Finally! I had been starting to feel like I was back in Vancouver with all the clouds and non-stop rain.
5) Everyone speaks English.
Actually, barely a soul in the 'real world' in Brazil speaks English. I say the real world, because within SAP (or any big other international company here), most people speak and write very competent English. In the real world (ie, taxis, stores, restaurants, bars, etc), its a rare find. Hence my major focus on studying Portuguese (and of course, my extensive lamentations about trying to get by at work in meetings conducted in Portuguese...luckily my comprehension is increasing rapidly). So start studying your "Bom dia" and "Obrigado/a" 's.
[Side note: I'm not even going to touch the common error that people assume Brazilians speak SPANISH. More than a few (nameless) people have make this comment to me but its just too glaring of an error to bear writing about]
And on a last, more hilarious note on this topic, when discussing the myths about Brazil with a colleague, she described an episode of the Simpsons that REALLY pissed her off where they come here and there is a barrage of false beliefs about Brazil that they run through in fast sequence. She was particularly irritated about the monkeys (no, we don't have pet monkey's). Worth checking out online if you are a Simpson's fan. The Episode is called "Blame it on Lisa". - linked here for your convenience (laziness).
I was starting to get the idea that you all think that I'm down here laying at the beach, living high on the horse, being fanned by a super tanned, hot Brazilian man who speaks perfect English to me, while I laugh about how I got out of working for six months.
Not so. (I wish). Here's a start at the first 5 myths that I have encountered the most.
1) Things are cheap in Brazil.
Actually, it's ridiculously expensive here. Things that are particularly expensive are cars, furniture and household items etc. Clothing is also pretty expensive (shoes slightly more affordable, thank god). And, going out for dinner and drinking is on par with NYC. So, i'm not getting any USD discounts by any stretch! (As a side, note, services tend to be quite cheap - for example to have a nanny for your child or someone to clean your house).
2) Everyone here is UBER hot.
Not only does everyone seem to think that if you are Brazilian you are smoking hot, skinny model material, but also, that there is some image of all these exotic, darkly tanned people and me sticking out like a sore thumb as the obvious foreigner. Sure, you can find these hot people. They probably work out and lay at the beach in Rio everyday and aren't part of the working majority. In fact, its the complete opposite. All our colleagues are very regular looking people who haven't turned down numerous modelling contracts (sorry guys, it's true!). And I blend right in with this more pasty indoor crew that spend the majority of their lives inside the office (see #3).
3) It's Laid Back.
No, I am not chillaxing by the pool every day. Actually I haven't seen a pool since I've been here and have only seen the beach on my Carnaval trip. Most people are working 10-12 hour days. Granted I have some ongoing commentary on the general productiveness of this lengthy time span in the office. But overall, my general opinion is that Paulistas do work hard and I am not always loving the long hours that usually eat into a lot of my evening time.
4) It's Hot and Sunny.
And now, further to it not being laid back, it's also not hot and sunny all the time. In fact, when I arrived it rained for 45 STRAIGHT DAYS. Seriously. And, involved absolutely torrential downpours. Granted, 45 bibilical days and nights was a bit more drastic than the usual summer rains, thanks to a crazy wet season all across the continent, but afternoon showers each day in the late summer (ie now) are very common. We finally have had a couple days of sun the last few days and its a first. Finally! I had been starting to feel like I was back in Vancouver with all the clouds and non-stop rain.
5) Everyone speaks English.
Actually, barely a soul in the 'real world' in Brazil speaks English. I say the real world, because within SAP (or any big other international company here), most people speak and write very competent English. In the real world (ie, taxis, stores, restaurants, bars, etc), its a rare find. Hence my major focus on studying Portuguese (and of course, my extensive lamentations about trying to get by at work in meetings conducted in Portuguese...luckily my comprehension is increasing rapidly). So start studying your "Bom dia" and "Obrigado/a" 's.
[Side note: I'm not even going to touch the common error that people assume Brazilians speak SPANISH. More than a few (nameless) people have make this comment to me but its just too glaring of an error to bear writing about]
And on a last, more hilarious note on this topic, when discussing the myths about Brazil with a colleague, she described an episode of the Simpsons that REALLY pissed her off where they come here and there is a barrage of false beliefs about Brazil that they run through in fast sequence. She was particularly irritated about the monkeys (no, we don't have pet monkey's). Worth checking out online if you are a Simpson's fan. The Episode is called "Blame it on Lisa". - linked here for your convenience (laziness).
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
My French accent.
Foi um prazer conhece voce... The common phrase to say nice to meet you, clearly in frequent use when you are new somewhere. Today at our SAP Forum event especially, as I was meeting more of our partners. Unfortunately, I heard three times today from three different people that I SPEAK PORTUGUESE WITH A FRENCH ACCENT.
Oh no. Not good.
This explains the slightly confused looks or general laughter when I try to converse. Luckily my efforts at Portuguese (albeit sounding like a 3 year old french child) are mostly appreciated by the Brazilians. It must be that old habits and all those years of my Parisian French teacher yelling at my pronounciations have become second nature.
Add to TO Do list: Go home and practice Portuguese pronunciation. (Though...At least I don't sound like a complete gringa).
Oh no. Not good.
This explains the slightly confused looks or general laughter when I try to converse. Luckily my efforts at Portuguese (albeit sounding like a 3 year old french child) are mostly appreciated by the Brazilians. It must be that old habits and all those years of my Parisian French teacher yelling at my pronounciations have become second nature.
Add to TO Do list: Go home and practice Portuguese pronunciation. (Though...At least I don't sound like a complete gringa).
Monday, March 8, 2010
Boa Viagem
I have been in Brazil for 7 weeks. Yes, Seven whole entire weeks.
This has gone by so fast I can't really believe its been that long.
And, other than my epic trip to Bahia and Rio for Carnaval I have been completely landlocked in the city. Yes, a great, 24 -hour a day fantastic city to be in but a landlocked city nonetheless. For someone who formerly was on a plane off somewhere 2 or 3 times a month and has always lived by the water, this is actually beginning to make me restless.
So, following my sudden sense of a deadline (ie leaving Brazil in a still yet-to-be determined, but seemingly now fast approaching date), I quickly got out my laptop and travel books and started a travel project plan (ie a colour coded, prioritized spreadsheet with multi sort functions) to effectively schedule all the Brazil and South/Central America destinations that I want to hit up before I head back to the northern hemisphere. My first pass had 21 destinations. (To put that in perspective, only approximately 19 weekends remain before my estimated return). So. It was time to get serious. So far, I have only been able to pare down the list to 17 (priority 1 + 2) trips.
Hmm. This is going to be tricky. But, you all know that I am focused and determined. Once I put my mind to something I do not give up and always believe that everything and anything I put my mind to IS POSSIBLE. Plus, anytime you apply a project plan, you are sure to hit your milestones, right???
So, adventures in Panama (the redux), Florianopolis (Brazil), Iguazu Falls, and Peru (Machu Picchu) have already been confirmed, plus many more in the works to be booked shortly. I'm sure this will be more great content for your reading pleasure as well. And PS, for all of you that are coming to visit, you will be on these trips with me.
And a quick PSA for all of you that are planning to visit but haven't yet booked your flights: Time is ticking! :)
This has gone by so fast I can't really believe its been that long.
And, other than my epic trip to Bahia and Rio for Carnaval I have been completely landlocked in the city. Yes, a great, 24 -hour a day fantastic city to be in but a landlocked city nonetheless. For someone who formerly was on a plane off somewhere 2 or 3 times a month and has always lived by the water, this is actually beginning to make me restless.
So, following my sudden sense of a deadline (ie leaving Brazil in a still yet-to-be determined, but seemingly now fast approaching date), I quickly got out my laptop and travel books and started a travel project plan (ie a colour coded, prioritized spreadsheet with multi sort functions) to effectively schedule all the Brazil and South/Central America destinations that I want to hit up before I head back to the northern hemisphere. My first pass had 21 destinations. (To put that in perspective, only approximately 19 weekends remain before my estimated return). So. It was time to get serious. So far, I have only been able to pare down the list to 17 (priority 1 + 2) trips.
Hmm. This is going to be tricky. But, you all know that I am focused and determined. Once I put my mind to something I do not give up and always believe that everything and anything I put my mind to IS POSSIBLE. Plus, anytime you apply a project plan, you are sure to hit your milestones, right???
So, adventures in Panama (the redux), Florianopolis (Brazil), Iguazu Falls, and Peru (Machu Picchu) have already been confirmed, plus many more in the works to be booked shortly. I'm sure this will be more great content for your reading pleasure as well. And PS, for all of you that are coming to visit, you will be on these trips with me.
And a quick PSA for all of you that are planning to visit but haven't yet booked your flights: Time is ticking! :)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The other side of Sao Paulo
For those of you that have been to Sao Paulo, you are probably familiar with well-to-do parts of the city. If you have been out at all, you've seen the flash, the tony bars and restaurants, the expensive shopping, and the haute upper class taking their helicopters to the office. Ultimately, this is the Sao Paulo that I have been living (minus the helicopter transport). Each night to new great bars and restaurants, working, living and going out in all the most well heeled neighbourhoods. But, something was missing. An edge. Some grit. A bit of scandale. Oh, my friend, I have found you. I have met, and fallen in love, with the gritty underbelly of Sao Paulo: the Trash Jardins.
The Trash Jardins (named so due to its proximity to Jardins, the toniest of tony areas), along Rua Augusta is the red light district of Sao Paulo that has somehow morphed into a night owl's heaven of all night, underground clubs, interesting red light type sights, GLBT parties (known as GLS here) and everything in between. It's NYC's Lower East Side meets Amsterdam's Red Light District meets San Fran's Castro all rolled into one Brazilian adventure.
This past weekend, on our 4th stop of the night, after shutting down clubs in other neighbourhoods, I once again encountered my new number one destination. This weekend's haunt, Las Vegas, offered anything its namesake should. What happens in Vegas, really should always stay in Vegas so I won't divulge more. Except to say, when we stumbled out into the street past 7 am to the blinding light, there were only two choices: Are we driving to the beach (150kms away) or going for breakfast?
We chose breakfast (this weekend) but next time there likely will be a Sunday beach party involved. For my upcoming guests, rest up, we're headed to Rua Augusta and we won't be home till morning.
For further reading, check out this 2009 NY Times article refering to the rising star that is the newly named Caixa Augusta (aka TJ to me).
The Trash Jardins (named so due to its proximity to Jardins, the toniest of tony areas), along Rua Augusta is the red light district of Sao Paulo that has somehow morphed into a night owl's heaven of all night, underground clubs, interesting red light type sights, GLBT parties (known as GLS here) and everything in between. It's NYC's Lower East Side meets Amsterdam's Red Light District meets San Fran's Castro all rolled into one Brazilian adventure.
This past weekend, on our 4th stop of the night, after shutting down clubs in other neighbourhoods, I once again encountered my new number one destination. This weekend's haunt, Las Vegas, offered anything its namesake should. What happens in Vegas, really should always stay in Vegas so I won't divulge more. Except to say, when we stumbled out into the street past 7 am to the blinding light, there were only two choices: Are we driving to the beach (150kms away) or going for breakfast?
We chose breakfast (this weekend) but next time there likely will be a Sunday beach party involved. For my upcoming guests, rest up, we're headed to Rua Augusta and we won't be home till morning.
For further reading, check out this 2009 NY Times article refering to the rising star that is the newly named Caixa Augusta (aka TJ to me).
Friday, March 5, 2010
By request
I'm like a DJ, I'm taking requests. I can do it TRL style or you can just keep sending me emails. I have a running list of topics that other expats here have asked me to write about as well as some of you back home(s). I like the interactivity, keep it coming.
I would write all of these for you now, but unfortunately there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to 1) work my 12 hour day, 2) have a 1.5 hour portuguese lesson, 3) sit in traffic and 4) party like a rockstar every single night of the week (sadly this isn't an exageration). Yes, I omitted sleep, exercise and eating from this list. These are distractions that must be quickly accomplished in between other priorities or dropped from the schedule altogether.
Keep sending your ideas! Coming soon: Master of the Upsell, Mythbusting and Direct Translations.
I would write all of these for you now, but unfortunately there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to 1) work my 12 hour day, 2) have a 1.5 hour portuguese lesson, 3) sit in traffic and 4) party like a rockstar every single night of the week (sadly this isn't an exageration). Yes, I omitted sleep, exercise and eating from this list. These are distractions that must be quickly accomplished in between other priorities or dropped from the schedule altogether.
Keep sending your ideas! Coming soon: Master of the Upsell, Mythbusting and Direct Translations.
Our SEXY friend
I got the most AMAZING email today for a colleague's going away party next week. It's so priceless, it must be shared in its entirety. Names have been changed to (partially) protect the innocent. This is an absolutely perfect example of the latin culture.. She sure looks great! Whether or not she did a great job is clearly irrelevant (we sure are going to miss those great big breasts around here!).
Here goes:
Yes, it’s true that OUR FRIEND is leaving SAP
She finally said “ENOUGH” to all the corporate crap.
So in her honor we’ll celebrate
Location to be determined but please save the date.
I’m a little bit sad, I’m not going to lie
SAP without OUR FRIEND, I don’t know how we’ll get by.
Her laughter, big boobs and long hair we will miss,
And how she helped build SAP pipeline by simply blowing a kiss!
But OUR FRIEND moves on to much bigger and better,
So let’s drink beer & toast to her resignation letter.
Be warned, my friends, that our night may get out of control,
If I have my way, she’ll end up dancing on a pole!
For those who’d like to get her a gift,
I strongly suggest chocolate and she’ll add you to her “list” ;-)
So join me for some “Ching Ching” at this sexy lady’s official Farewell,
We’ll eat & dance and send her ex-bosses to hell………………………………. (Not You, boss!!)
Here goes:
Yes, it’s true that OUR FRIEND is leaving SAP
She finally said “ENOUGH” to all the corporate crap.
So in her honor we’ll celebrate
Location to be determined but please save the date.
I’m a little bit sad, I’m not going to lie
SAP without OUR FRIEND, I don’t know how we’ll get by.
Her laughter, big boobs and long hair we will miss,
And how she helped build SAP pipeline by simply blowing a kiss!
But OUR FRIEND moves on to much bigger and better,
So let’s drink beer & toast to her resignation letter.
Be warned, my friends, that our night may get out of control,
If I have my way, she’ll end up dancing on a pole!
For those who’d like to get her a gift,
I strongly suggest chocolate and she’ll add you to her “list” ;-)
So join me for some “Ching Ching” at this sexy lady’s official Farewell,
We’ll eat & dance and send her ex-bosses to hell………………………………. (Not You, boss!!)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
hoje, eu estou louca
Okay it might be very basic, but I'm putting together sentences. This one from one of my IMs today - to give you a feeling of how today is going. I seriously feel crazy today. Crazy because everything around here is nutty so I'm beginning to just go with it (or maybe I'm giving up or giving in... one of those). More likely I'm just too tired from being out till nearly 4am on a Tuesday like a 21 year old again. UGH.
But on the IM topic that was funny and confusing to me until someone explained it to me was when my Brazilian colleagues would instant message me with "rsrsrsrsrsrs". I'd also received this once in an email and given the context and that I wasn't sure of the intention, I had a bit of a WTF moment. I waited to ask until I was having a conversation with someone and finally had it explained. Not without being laughed at in the process, I might add. It seems so obvious to a portuguese speaker but to me, it was not. Rsrsrsrsrsrs is a LAUGH. Used like we write hahahah in English and jajajaja in Spanish. But more like a laughing with your tongue through your teeth. AH HA.
One of my other major DUH moments was when we had daylight savings a couple weeks ago. I could not figure out for the life of me why the clock on my phones went BACK and not Forward. I really had to think for a few minutes before it dawned on me, wrong hemisphere, wrong season. It's summer here, going into Fall so the clocks, duh FALL back. Sometimes I'm a little slow on the uptake.
ADDENDUM to my post from earlier today: I had another session with my tutor and she pointed out all that was wrong with my original title of the post "hoje, eu sou loco" which is a permanent 'to be' vs a temporary 'to be' (estou). As in, I am crazy for always, and not just crazy today. Also since I'm a woman, I would be louca not louco. Excellent work, Brooke. Mostly this sentence doesn't make much sense. But at least I'm starting to talk like a 3 year old. :)
But on the IM topic that was funny and confusing to me until someone explained it to me was when my Brazilian colleagues would instant message me with "rsrsrsrsrsrs". I'd also received this once in an email and given the context and that I wasn't sure of the intention, I had a bit of a WTF moment. I waited to ask until I was having a conversation with someone and finally had it explained. Not without being laughed at in the process, I might add. It seems so obvious to a portuguese speaker but to me, it was not. Rsrsrsrsrsrs is a LAUGH. Used like we write hahahah in English and jajajaja in Spanish. But more like a laughing with your tongue through your teeth. AH HA.
One of my other major DUH moments was when we had daylight savings a couple weeks ago. I could not figure out for the life of me why the clock on my phones went BACK and not Forward. I really had to think for a few minutes before it dawned on me, wrong hemisphere, wrong season. It's summer here, going into Fall so the clocks, duh FALL back. Sometimes I'm a little slow on the uptake.
ADDENDUM to my post from earlier today: I had another session with my tutor and she pointed out all that was wrong with my original title of the post "hoje, eu sou loco" which is a permanent 'to be' vs a temporary 'to be' (estou). As in, I am crazy for always, and not just crazy today. Also since I'm a woman, I would be louca not louco. Excellent work, Brooke. Mostly this sentence doesn't make much sense. But at least I'm starting to talk like a 3 year old. :)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
She's getting dangerous
So I still can't SPEAK Portuguese. BUT, I am beginning to understand Portuguese. Thanks to my six weeks of hearing it everywhere, reading it (in meetings, TV subtitles, menus, you name it) and now some early efforts with my new tutor to actually formally study it, I am beginning to know enough to be dangerous.
Let me specify here, that other than my boss and myself, the entire team I work with are all men. And let's just say the business culture here involves using colourful language and graphic expressions with each other, partners, customers. Whomever really. (Evidenced also in my earlier post on sexual content in meetings). A few of my friends that are colleagues have had the foresight to teach me a few salient words and expressions. Weeks ago, this was just funny. Now, I am beginning to really HEAR. Are they really yelling that?!?!? Since Portuguese is such an expressive language it really brings home the emphasis what they are telling each other to do... with what... and where to put it.
AND, as I wrote this, someone (I won't name names) just yelled "porra" across the entire department at full volume. This expletive is used in place of 'f'ing this and 'f'ing that but, has a... uh much more graphic meaning. I'll let the more industrious of you google translate it (link provided for you curious types). http://translate.google.com/#pt|en|porra
Shout out to Hoki, the first but not the last to teach me how to curse in Portuguese.
Let me specify here, that other than my boss and myself, the entire team I work with are all men. And let's just say the business culture here involves using colourful language and graphic expressions with each other, partners, customers. Whomever really. (Evidenced also in my earlier post on sexual content in meetings). A few of my friends that are colleagues have had the foresight to teach me a few salient words and expressions. Weeks ago, this was just funny. Now, I am beginning to really HEAR. Are they really yelling that?!?!? Since Portuguese is such an expressive language it really brings home the emphasis what they are telling each other to do... with what... and where to put it.
AND, as I wrote this, someone (I won't name names) just yelled "porra" across the entire department at full volume. This expletive is used in place of 'f'ing this and 'f'ing that but, has a... uh much more graphic meaning. I'll let the more industrious of you google translate it (link provided for you curious types). http://translate.google.com/#pt|en|porra
Shout out to Hoki, the first but not the last to teach me how to curse in Portuguese.
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