One of the hardest adjustments that I've had to make while living here in Brazil is the unlearning of basic tenets that have been truths for me literally as long as I can remember.
How to tell time, how to write the date, and what the seasons represent. Don't get me wrong, lots of things have been and still are extremely challenging but I think it's those really deeply rooted early learned truths that I struggle to reconcile. In fact, I've discovered that these are not truths at all once you leave the Northern Hemisphere. This epiphany is quite humbling.
So now, Easter is rapidly approaching and in addition to the chicks, bunnies, and eggs - we have displayed in our school hallway a big tree with bare branches and falling leaves. It's so odd to me. Christmas in the summer almost can be taken for a vacation in Miami but fall leaves at Easter time wears my brain out. It's almost more than I can wrap my mind around.
For me it's not weird at all having experienced just the opposite. I grew up in Brazil and Ano Novo was always at the beach, and here I freeze! lol
Teriana, reading your comment made me hungry! Although I could never get into eating chicken hearts, even though I'm a full blooded Brasileira!
As for the ovos de pascoa, I'm looking forward to them. I live in NJ where I can find all the brazilian products I want - there's a big brazilian community here - so I don't miss out on the treats! 3425 days ago
Ahhh, yes. I can so relate to this having lived in New Zealand for 3 years. Christmas dinners are summer beach barbecues, Easter arrives in early autumn, it is odd. Day first, then the month, then the year. Metric system, etc.
My family spent Easter 2004 in Copacabana--I bought two large "ovos de pascoa" for our kids who were thrilled to find little toys in the middle of the hollow chocolate. We were invited to a big Brazilian churrasco in Santa Teresa overlooking Maracana--one of the most memorable meals ever! Started with chicken hearts and linguica, amazing salads, feijoes pretos e arroz, pao de queijo and the most amazing picanha. And caipirinhas of course... (I was not a Spark Person yet-ha ha)