little things which make all the difference

Feeling myself  welcome - Now, more than ever, I’m prizing it (once I’m satisfied with the way which people deal with immigrants in Canada)! Differently I was used to pass in Europe, here, there are not only opportunities, but (and mainly) respect.

Furthermore, other aspect that makes me appreciate this country is its people's kindness. Without a doubt, they are completely different from, for example, most part of Dutchs who I've met in The Netherlands - rude and indelicate when giving short answers, always with no smiles in their faces. 

Although their idiom seems a little brute for us, while, for instance, the Latin ones make us closer (of course), it's not only a matter of language. Even descending from French, Quebec's people are so cute and solicitous - much more beloved than their European ancestors, who, unfortunately, don't have one of the best appealing reputation - at all! Sometimes, inclusively, the anglophonic Canadians seem be even more captivating, but is not a plain fact! Maybe this unfavourably impression is made à cause des mes difficultés et de les particularités du français... Oui, peut-être!

Finally, there are many other reasons which make me believe I’m in the right place right now… Almost feeling myself as in home (or 'chez moi'). My only challenge, the worst one, which impedes me to affirm I’m 100% sure of that, is the winter(!) - that haven’t started yet. Probably, it’s going to be as cruel as colder than any other people in the whole planet! Wow… I wonder myself if Canadians are going to keep joy and so gentle even under less 30 degrees! Well, let's see.

*By now, I would like to excuse myself with Holland and French people, since I love them and their places. However, it's important to be sincere AND, in such case, EVEN WITH NO CRISIS, Europeans generally tend to have so much (related to behavior and mood) to learn with other peoples in order to improve their manners.

¡olè!

Josep Guardiola - my new excuse (ops! REASON) to watch the Barça games from now on.

Stupid! I found with almost one month delayed the best place for a Happy Hour on Wednesday... (*Dank je wel, Rafatje!)

As of now, my best programming for these nights will be going to a European typical Pub to watch the games of Champions League on television. Actually, doesn’t matter the teams which are be playing. Whichever game it will be passing on TV, will be interesting due to the masculine  (en mooi) audience.

Perfect: I like both football and going out, as well as drink some beer and see people… but mainly to KNOW the new ones. It will be a good opportunity to make (boy)friends - Spanish, English, Italian, and why not also Dutch? I’m not xenophobic at all…  

no-hair-heads driving me crazy

I should be honest… Here, in Europe, most part of guys that attract me is bald.

Nothing against the blond hair of who has it… nor the rood ones (Indeed, I like it!. However, it has just happened often!). I’ve met lots of Bens and Bruces… and now, I discovered him: Guardiola, my bald momentary icon - who used to be brunette ,  contradicting my european statistics - but I simply don't care about that!

¡olè! 

strict european way of life

Next month, or in a week’s time - It is when Dutch people can see you again and book a meeting, dinner, to have a drink or whatever! From now until their schedule has finished (all appointments booked before this exact moment), it wont be possible being included in their lives.

Perhaps this happens because they were not awaiting for this new situation. However, if today their programming was looking for it (dating someone, for example), probably they’ll put you as a priority in their agenda. A typical rational European behaviour…

It’s so strange for us, latins, who, alternatively, when meet somebody (special) change the plans ever since. As soon as possible, we are going to invite this person to take part of our lives’ programming - if be worthwhile, of course! Ah, if it were as simple as that with them too... I think they may be happier, to be astounded more naturally and could laugh a whole lot more of life's surprisings, or, at least, take things easy (to others - more flexible, like me...)!

Finally, we are REALLY more easygoing… not only this, but also emotional (then, I admit that I enjoy this our way of being). I swear that I wont to fuck only on the day set, or have to schedule (at least) 'this'! [PLEASE...!] I just want to change my mind according to the events, people and anything else that happens in my life (besides someone who thinks on his feet and  juggles to be with me, by my side).

forrobodó

Avoiding my twisted roots.

I’m impressed with the quantity of Brazilians in Amsterdam. Actually, sometimes some of them simply don’t seem as us (or ‘Am I an E.T.?’). I know that our country is too huge and our culture is so vast… So, is understandable that I am not like most of them (or they aren‘t like me). However, it doesn’t mean that I'm proud or agree with their behaviour.

Their limited music preferences (sertanejo, forró and pagode - the popular ones, not the classic and 'old school'), alongside the wrong way to talk (I’m sure that I can speak English better than they the correct Portuguese!) leave me upset! Not only that, but some (dispensable) little lies and excuses, as the mania to be in vantage of others, besides the excessive sexuality etc, defame and also defile our reputation abroad.

I would like to be now in touch with another people, practicing my English or trying to speak Dutch or other language, learning (about) another culture, getting its new background… I need this break and not to be living this lack (a typical “samba do crioulo doido”) .

I wish for novelty (and respect!).

grrrrosseria

Embora pareça, não estou com raiva quando falo assim. É meu dutch (em fase inicial) na prática.

Com tantos ‘r’s, não me surpreendem os prováveis (inevitáveis  e reais) problemas de garganta nos holandeses, que sejam naturalmente roucos. O problema é  o ar frio - não do clima somente, mas quando eles (muito sisudos) parecem não estar gostando de nada, insatisfeitos, fechados em seu mundo – curto e grosso, cheio de RRRRRuídos estranhos e fortes, que (ainda) quase nada consigo identificar.

Diz a lenda que amor e ódio estão bastante próximos. Que seja assim, no caso, nessa língua.

à mexicana

Depois do Cevaria, pela segunda vez na vida pude comprovar que minha força agrega bastante. Atendo de uma excelente forma - o suficiente para um bis. Sagacidade não me falta nesse tipo de trabalho em que tenho que lidar com público, tratá-lo bem, e ao mesmo tempo vender, oferecer o melhor serviço, o melhor de mim. É dom. Tenho os ingredientes essenciais!

“Goedenacht”, “Alsjeblieft”, “Dankveel”, “Geen Dank”, “Smakelijk Eten” - se em poucas horas peguei a manha, imagina em mais tempo... (!) Sobraria Vavá até para a cozinha de base (que eu ADORO fazer). Diferente da maioria, que vislumbra certo glamour, admito que não me vejo montando pratos para serem servidos. Prefiro pegar na massa, preparando aquele molho maravilhoso que todos elogiam ao pedir a conta (como já acontece atualmente, com a expert responsável).

Fazer as coisas acontecerem sempre foi minha especialidade como produtora. Sendo jornalista, tenho capacidade de sobra para assessorar qualquer restaurante, administrar sua comunicação – em paz, ou não. Pacífico e com Café, seria ótimo poder mostrar ao mundo a excelente mistura da exótica e apimentada comida mexicana com o ritmo brasileiro, o sotaque espanhol, a civilidade holandesa e a cosmopolita sexualidade do endereço, num ambiente bem familiar. Reservas, segundo andar cheio e fila de espera: ideal!

Com toda a graça e o carisma - essenciais, e sem qualquer fantasia, segundas intenções e petit garçons para embaçar, eu sou mais eu! Com MUITO ainda o que aprender, mas sem falsa modéstia, entre margueritas e burritos, já somos sucesso! Aguardem cenas dos próximos capítulos dessa novela em que tudo é sofrido, mas que sempre termina com um final feliz. Confiem. ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!