Stories Inspired by Life in Rural Brazil
Stories with humor, finding the light in the little things in life.
Our outdoor kitchen is infested with crazy chickens. Crazy or just incredibly dumb, but then dumb just comes with chicken territory. These two ladies take the cake, though. It all started normally enough, with them selecting roosting spots within the kitchen. Ever seen it happen? It’s cute. Like newlyweds apartment hunting, the rooster leads the hens …
This is Julieta. She seems to be a big fan of 101 Dalmations.
Have you ever flown internationally? Something strange happens when you pack two hundred people together in a confined space for nine to twelve hours. We lose all sense of propriety; really, it takes a strong individual to stand on formality past the second hour. First shoes come off, before you know it we’re telling deepest …
I suppose it’s possible to have too much of a good thing. Too many avocados? I’m not sure that’s possible. What? You don’t store your extra avocados in the oven?
My favorite commercial these days is this one by Englishtown.com for English classes. It is titled “Overcome your Gringophobia” and begins with: “GUYS–THE GRINGO IS COMING!!!” The rest explains itself. Sometimes the line between satire and reality is very blurry. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this exact expression on the face of more than one shop …
P.S., After all that, the bank account STILL didn’t come through immediately. How many of you saw that one coming? My account remained blocked for some unknown reason, even after the requisite waiting period. The post office branch where I made the account sent me to the main bank. The main bank looked in the system and said the post office hadn’t entered …
It was hot. The supermarket was crowded with tired, cranky people (me) doing their shopping after a long work day. The line wasn’t unreasonable given the time of day, but it couldn’t move fast enough for me. TWO people in front of me. ONE person in front of me. THERE. I reached into my basket …
Someone donated a pig to the plastering crew at my husband’s shop, with all the bits included. They, being working men with an average age of 24 and the corresponding ginormous appetites, decided that this meant they should make a monster load of feijoada. To their credit, it was pretty damn tasty. The endeavor also …
This tree blooms twice a year. We love it. We want more. Today I looked out over the orchard at it and realized we had a spitting image of a Truffula Tree from Dr. Seuss’s The Lorax in our back yard. Now I love it even …
