It’s been a little while since I posted and that’s mainly because I’ve been finishing off my course in Portuguese.
The good news, dear reader, is that I passed and have acquired (so my certificate says) “a sound understanding” of the behemoth that is Portuguese grammar. The bad news is that, as with many things in Brazil (see Jeitinho Brasileiro), Brazilians tend to improvise when it comes to the rules and structure of their beautiful language. Consequently, whilst I’m frequently told that my Portuguese is improving, my suspicion is that those kind souls are merely humouring me and that in reality my hand signals are making just as much impact upon my day-to-day discourse.
To be fair, my acquisition of Portuguese has probably not been helped by my insistence upon visiting Spanish-speaking countries around the continent – like the short jaunt I made to Buenos Aires last month.
Buenos Aires is undoubtedly one of my favourite places in South America (shhh I should only say this quietly as my visa is still being processed) and, as I’ve mentioned elsewhere, it was whilst I was there on my travels around the continent that I met my future (Brazilian) wife.
As you do.
That was over four years ago now (yikes) and seeing as it was our anniversary recently we decided to take advantage of one of Brazil’s (many) holiday weekends to go back and visit the place where it all began.
So, with four years between visits it was interesting to see what, if anything, had changed. Here is what your eagle-eyed explorer discovered. Continue Reading