Unknown Lands

Holy crap, y’all! I am going to Brazil! I even have the visa that shows they’re going to let me in! It was pretty easy to get since I’m married to one of their people, but that’s probably also because they don’t know me yet. We’ll see what happens in 10 years when I need to renew that bad boy.

I am totally excited but I am also nervous as hell. It’s going to be fantastic to go somewhere new that I’m not sure I really ever thought I would go. I’m not a world traveler by any means. Prior to moving to the Middle East, my out-of-country experiences included Canada (which totally doesn’t count since I didn’t need a passport to get in) and Ireland (stopping in London only to change planes). Getting to add a new country and continent is pretty exciting shit. And we’re going to be there for almost a month so even though I’ll be working while I’m there, I should get to see some stuff on nights and weekends.

The nervous part comes in that I’m going to be meeting a bunch of Mr. Lyndsy’s family. I have no idea whether he was nervous meeting my crazy family. I can’t remember how much I warned him ahead of time and I really had no idea who he would see other than my mom and dad. My dad was pretty chill (he wants grandkids like yesterday) but my mom tried to talk him out of marrying me. (See how well that didn’t work, Mom?)

I’m sure they’re really nice people. His parents have been nothing but sweet toward me and after his godmother warned me I better be good to him, she got pretty sweet too. I’m not sure if it’s because he lives so far away or if he’s just among the favorites in the family, but they are dying to see him. And me too since he married me.

The other issue is that there’s a bit of a language barrier – most of the speak Portuguese, exclusively. His dad speaks English fluently and his mom and I have managed to put together some sentences. I have been working on and off to learn Portuguese, but that’s gone super poorly and now I’m down to 3 (THREE) weeks to get something going with that.

I will be honest with you, it’s entirely my fault. Mr. Lyndsy obviously speaks it fluently. However, I hate sounding stupid, so I haven’t let him teach me anything. I try to eavesdrop when he talks to his parents on the phone, but it’s like trying to me when I’ve had too much Coke. (The drink, not the nose candy.)

It would be one thing if it were Spanish. I took loads of that and can still understand quite a bit of it. Formulating sentences is beyond me, but I could probably fudge my way through it. No so with Portuguese.

For starters, it’s not as much like Spanish as you’d think it is. The sentence structure is similar (but see above re: not being able to formulate sentences in Spanish) but the pronunciation is completely not what you expect it’ll be. Not to mention that apparently all of the programs I’ve used are by people who are from Sao Paulo which is NOT okay since I’ll be with people from Rio de Janeiro. It’s a whole big THING.

I even had Mr. Lyndsy try one of the apps I downloaded. It’s supposed to help with pronunciation. It gave him a 67%. Apparently the app was from Sao Paulo too.

I’m just going to have to bite the bullet and get Mr. Lyndsy to teach me. After all, we hope to have kids one day and they will need to be bilingual as well. Since they’ll be getting English in school, we’ll have to speak to them in Portuguese at home. He frowned at me when I suggested I could just learn Portuguese with the kids.

I know I’m being ridiculous, I promise I do. But, well… ugh.

I can do this, right??

Being Anchored

The last 10 days have been rough on me. Mr. Lyndsy has been traveling for work so I’ve been home by myself. I’m a pretty social person so being stuck alone has suuuuuuucked. I went out with a friend a few times, which was awesome. But, it doesn’t do much to alleviate the constant alone-ness at home.

I’ve been pretty productive. Got the laundry done right away (we probably should only have two sets of sheets instead of letting four build up), got rooms cleaned up and the floor vaccumed, cleaned bathrooms, completed two crossstitch projects, read 5 books.

On the downside, my sleep has been screwed up. I don’t have a great grasp on the time of day or even the day itself at times. A couple of days in I realized that Mr. Lyndsy is my anchor. With him I have a home base, a place I can touch down on, get oriented, and then go off and do whatever I’m doing. I sleep more regularly when he’s home. I read somewhere that couples should make an effort to go to bed at the same time, even if one of you gets up after the other goes to sleep. So, even when I’m not too tired, I hope in bed with him. Then, somehow, magically, I’m dozing off too. I’ve been going to sleep at 6, 7, and 8 in the morning since he’s been gone. I’m not really seeing daylight much.

From meeting in person in December 2013, we have hated being apart. I’ve heard that the longer we’re married the more we’ll be okay being apart, but right now I find that hard to believe. I’ve been looking for Mr. Lyndsy since I was 4 years old. It took me 28 years to find him. When we were apart by necessity, anytime I did anything that was fun I missed having him there to share the experience. When shit was bad, I missed him being there to make me feel better. We just really enjoy being together. Why would we intentionally seek to do things apart? Especially vacations!

Maybe everyone else is right and eventually I’ll be fine being without him for extended periods. But right now, not so much.

Hiding from the Sun

Having grown up in the State of Florida, I thought I knew what there was to know about living in hot places. I hated almost every minute of the oppressive heat and humidity. In recent years the winters haven’t even provided much relief.

And then I moved to the Middle East desert. NOW I know what hot is. It’s almost the middle of October and it’s still over 100 degrees regularly. There’s just something not right about that. I keep hearing that things will cool off, but every time I check the forecast it just doesn’t seem to be happening. Of course, when the people here talk about the early cooling off, they mean temps regularly in the 90s, rather than hot enough to boil water.

The crazy temperatures combined with the fact that I can’t wear a pair of shorts outside means that I haven’t been out exploring the city all that much. When it cools down, I plan on heading out to get some pictures of the buildings and landscape. Of course, one flat area of the desert pretty much looks like same as another, but I’ll try to grab some pictures.

I think one of the things I’m always struck by is the number of phallic structures around. And when I get a chance, those are what I usually take pictures of. Like The Torch.

The Torch

 

And there’s more where that came from. When it stops being so damn hot outside.