Better than fries/chips: Aipim frito!

I would ALWAYS switch fries/chips with fried manioc, it is THE most delicious fried vegetable I know. Just add a bit of salt and have some mango juice with it - all you need after a long swim in the ocean! Mouthwatering!!!

Manioc: in Portuguese: Aipim or Mandioca, do not really know where exactly the difference is, but the prince of sun told me Mandioca-brava can only be used to make the widely used farinha (flour) (it will produce a weak poison

False friends - pronunciation: how to order a coconut water in Brazil

During my first degree, I started studying Spanish. It was only a few years ago in London, when I decided to learn Portuguese due to my Brazilian and Angolan friends and the Brazilian community in my Zouk-Lambada dance group.
 
When I met the prince of sun, I completely immersed in the Portuguese language and got reminded of my Spanish language knowledge one embarrassing time in a Brazilian beach café.

Ordering a chilled coconut water, I unconciously used my brain-stored Spanish language knowledge for the pronunciation of "coco" (coconut) which has the following pronunciation and stress:

coco

check:
http://pt.forvo.com/word/coco/

Now in Portuguese, cocô (stress: coco) means shit/poo... Yes...

Ordering a "agua de cocô gelada" meant I was asking for "chilled shit water". 

The correct Portuguese pronunciation for coconut is

Do you want to look young again?

Just let them pull your wisdom teeth and you look like a cute, chubby 5-year-old... muahahahaha 


Oh, a little piece of advice: the cuteness comes at a high cost: no proper food, pain, everyone is bursting into tears laughing but you cannot join in, or well, you might in case you would like to repeat the needle and thread game... and it (hopefully) doesn t last that long.


Results you can achieve:




That was about 1,5 years ago, the two upper wisdom teeth were both sitting in the gums and bones when they were removed, yes, they were not even born yet just as the now remaining... which will be removed now and sits, well, rather lies on the left side and is pushing the other tooth next to it (or as my Brazilian dentist put it: Esta comendo o outro dente do lado = he´s eating the tooth next to it... :-O


Will have my last check on Thursday and in the following weeks the operation...


Thank god that I don´t have a lower right wisdom tooth...

International Security Matters (…or how to marry your Brazilian fiancé in Germany and move to London town…)

Getting married. Sounds quite simple to me, two people planning their happily ever after and
deciding where they want to live next. We are in a flexible and totally globalized world, aren’ t
we?! Well, one might suggest we are. However, as I am currently planning and “executing” the
process of international marriage and moving, I have come to the conclusion that only the rich
are supposed to get married with a ‘not from the same country’. Why is that? Let’s start with
the obvious: Documents.

Brazilian Native Cinnamon Leaves Tea - a canela-da-Índia

Yesterday we went to visit the prince of sun's grandparents who always tell us about their Indio (Brazilian native) and other local traditions.

 
This time I tried the most lovely Cinnamon Tea I have ever had in my life - instead of cinnamon sticks or cinnamon powder, freshly plugged Cinnamon Leaves are used to brew the nearly transparent tea! The same leaves are sometimes used when making coffee giving the coffee THE most deliciously exotic smell and aroma!!!

The tradition says that besides its lovely taste, cinnamon leaves tea helps to relieve

Living in two countries - 1

What's a woman to do when she's loving two...

Or three...

Three cultures, that is. And two cities to live in. The one and only city which is the 'love of her life'. Then the small town to live life to the full and the home*sweet*home to visit family and friends whenever the Sehnsucht (home sickness - which does not really contain the real sentiment...) hits the top nerve.

The home obviously is Germany, my home country. A village close to the French border, a 30-minute drive to beautiful EU-Strasbourg and an oasis of tranquility and peace of mind. Most of the time at least ;) I love visiting my parents and siblings who I ADORE, with all their odds and bits, but as it is after about 2 weeks, my dear self and its freedom genes are urging to leave to where its heart last stayed or where it would like to stay. Let's call this German village "the land of milk and honey".

The small town to live life to the full is a Brazilian well Bahian town called

What's this name anyway?

The German-Brazilian Londoner.

Let´s try to define in a few words which should be put into whole books and from time to time, will be unfold in future blog posts.

For now:

German = that's what she