Adding color

Wow! We get back to real life and there is nothing cool to write about. It's been a while, and during those -almost- two weeks that passed, the only cool thing to wirte about are things from home. So, here it goes...







Aren't those colors and patterns fascinating??? I'll post more later...

Sem Palavras -- No Words

...except, it is good to feel the breeze on my face, hear the waves crashing, and drink fresh coconut water while happy couples are hanging out under the clear sky... it is good to finally be back home, even though it kind of doesn't feel like home anymore...

Gross Caterpillar of the Day

My husband saw this nasty caterpillar while sweeping outside. He first thought it was a snake. This thing has a weird head and dots on top of the head that look like eyes. In the end, we found a newspaper to make a home outside for this strange, freaky thing.

Pit Stop

One hour, four places to eat at a Gas Station in São Paulo, Brazil. Some places made me doubt which country I was in.

Subway:

Sushi Place:

Bakery/Pie Place:

Starbucks:

An Alien's Home

I'll begin with a question. Do you always feel like you don't fit in? Feel like no one gets you? Or like you have random thoughts about things in general? If yes, then welcome to A Stranger View where I'll be sharing about my weirdness. If not, then just read along and try to understand my world a little bit.
I am tired of being the strange one all the time. That's why I decided to start this blog.. maybe there will be more like me out there. To start my introduction, well.. how can I say this.. I am an alien. It is true. That is what I am called by the American Government. I am Brazilian, but after 5 years of living in the US, I feel more like an alien than anything else. When I am in the US, I feel that no one understands me and I have to get home, to my roots and feel myself again, but when I'm in Brazil I feel I am a different person. I feel I am different even to my closest family, and then I have to get back to where I am living now, because that is what I am used to now.
So now there are these back and forth feelings of somewhere, somehow, I will feel like myself again--maybe I should call the blog: Confused and Indecisive.. but who wants to read that? It's like I am three different people: the one before moving, the one after moving, and the one who goes back to visit. I know, it's a mess. You might not understand anything, and that's why I pre-warned you about this blog being one of weirdness.
Anyways, this is not going to be a tool to complain. I just want to share how I see things and be open to the perspectives of others.
So, here we go.