Homesick

Yesterday I had a taste of what pizza should really be like. We went to a Brazilian Grill that had a Pizza Rodizio night and it was fabulous.  No wonder we have the saying there that "everything ends in a pizza party."

The toppings, piled high, are different than what we have here in America, and are combined in a way that makes Americans question our taste. But once they try it, it's a sure winner. 

One thing very strange for us there was the language we spoke.

We walked in and automatically said Hi instead of Oi, just because that's what is natural now. Then they look at Alex, with his Army t-shirt, assumed that we are not Brazilians, and kept talking to us in English. Half way thru we said something in Portuguese and that we are Brazilians, but throughout the night, we all kept going back and forth between both languages. It feels so unnatural to me talk in Portuguese with people that are not close friends or family. 

By now I have spent more time of my life here in the US than I had in Brasil, and that seems to take its toll sometimes.