That's pretty much how I started a bunch of conversations today - "Hello, excuse me, do you speak English? I don't speak Portuguese." A couple of friends and I have been walking around Mackenzie University in Sao Paolo, Brazil, talking to students, and trying to connect them** to a local group of Christians***. I enjoy it - the Brazilians are really friendly and open for a conversation, even missing the first portion of class to talk. It's great.
A list of the good stuff so far:
- Beautiful Brazilians. Duh
- Rice and beans
- Talking to people
- Riding a crowded bus
- Rice and beans
- Renato, my first Brazilian friend
- Chris, Melody, Rachel, and Michael Julian. Superb people.
- Chris Julian - I could listen to him for hours. And he's not just a talker; he's a doer
- Rice and beans
- Dave Disselkamp
- Talking to people
- Living with missionaries and learning what it's like here in Sao Paolo.
- Having a Brazilian friend tell me that he wants to live with and talk to Muslims too.
It's not an exhaustive list, but a list nonetheless.
Tchau. Or "Belleza." Or "Fallou." Or "bye-bye."
*I really frackin' hate when Missionaries would come to a church and speak for 5 minutes in their language. Really? Good to know you've gone through language training.
**hopefully, Lord willing, someday
***Of the "We're living it abundantly" and "Jesus is good for all of us" variety. Soooo, not the dorky kind.
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