Gone Country

Dear Diary,

We arrived in Cascavel which was a tad bit smaller than Campinas/Sao Paolo which had around 19 million people at the time and Cascavel only had 1 million I believe. Life was different there for sure because it was more in the south it moved at a slower pace which Brazil compared to the U.S. moves at a way slower pace anyway. I made friends with my neighbor immediately and it wasn't long that I knew the entire neighborhood. I finally learned how to ride my bike that my parents had got me for Christmas because my feet could actually touch the petals now. I pretty much lived on my bike from then on. We started attending a church named Betel which is Bethel in English and I hated it at first. I didn't like the pastor at all, of course I was 5 at the time and most grown ups I didn't like all that much but something didn't sit well with me anyways. It took a little bit but then I made friends and began loving the church. I met my best friend that year. His name was Marcos and we were always together.... I mean always. You know when you are soclose to your friends that you actually have to empty your bladders at the same time... yeah we were that close. That is also the year that Mary came to teach me homeschooling. She was our Journeymen from Texas and of course I was in love at first site. I ate beans and rice every day and drank a ton of a drink called Guarana. We had a maid name Irani(spelling is questionable) who ironed everything including my underwear which was kinda creepy. I adjusted really quickly to Cascavel and soon it felt like I had been there my entire short life. I didn't think about the U.S. anymore... I thought about bycycles, slingshot's, and soon.... sex.