You start a new language; everything is shiny and new. There are few things as starting from scratch! Especially if the language is significantly different from the ones you already speak, everything is beautiful and addicting. You can’t stop learning! In fact, you tell yourself: this is how I become fluent.
Except… you reach a plateau. Becoming fluent never happens. Damn. Again?
As I’m from Porto Alegre, going to Gramado and all of Serra Gaúcha (RS/Brazil) is something I’ve done countless times. As a child, I’ve been to Gramado with my family. As a teen, I’ve been to Gramado with my friends. And as an adult, I’ve mostly… neglected Gramado. The last time I went must’ve been around six years ago, although I do love it! So when Sofia told me she’d be coming to the south, I looked for a hostel and booked it for the weekend.
Gramado, here we go.
As an English teacher, it’s my job to point out differences that are relevant between American and British English. Those include some vocabulary differences, spelling, and pronunciation. We do that so students can identify words they otherwise might not have, and most importantly, know that just because they write color, it doesn’t mean that colour is wrong.
With that, though, comes the dreaded question: teacher, should my English be American or British? Yikes.
Here are three myths surrounding that question.
Alright, so full disclaimer before we get started: I had about half the month for focusing on those, because before the blog, I didn’t really set goals that objectively, which… means I accomplished less! But also that I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, and may have gotten a little overly ambitious with my goals? lol Perhaps next month, having a full 30 days, I’ll actually do everything I want to!
I love São Paulo (Brazil). I’ve been going there since I was 11, and though for the most part that means I was just hanging out with family, every now and then I got to see the beauties of the capital. The Butantan neighborhood especially has so many of my favorite things… Yet, I do understand why so many people argue against my love for São Paulo: they say there are too many buildings, too much of a city life, if there was ever such a thing. I agree that São Paulo isn’t exactly a city to go for inner peace, but I’ve still always loved it with all my being.
But, you know. I am all about that inner-peace-finding kind of place. Which is why the last time I went, this May ’19, I wanted to finally visit the town of Cotia (about 36km away from the capital) and its famous Zu Lai Temple.
Part one: I did a thing
I did a thing, back in January ’19. It was something scary and weird and at that point, I’d thought it to be so absurdly out of character, that I almost didn’t do it at all: I traveled solo.