They are not yelling. They are Portuguese, they just talk that way. And so do Italians (they are also using their hands a lot, so you expect to be slapped at any second) and Greeks (I remember I once entered a farmers market in Athens and I was about to run back, I thought it is a revolution unfolding or something) and Latinos and myself. I am a very loud person. Probably because I am small in size. I explained here why I believe I was given this incredibly loud voice.
But I didn’t post this picture to talk about me. It just happened. Remember I am taking a survey for my research on cross cultural relations (by the way, if any of the readers of this diary have international friends/spouses, feel free to complete it, it takes five minutes and your opinion will be highly appreciated). I already have about 25 responses and I find one more interesting than the other. There is a great deal of people out there, experiencing and benefiting from cross cultural relationships, marriages and friendships. Even though I am experiencing this myself, I still find amazing people’s confessions about how much they have changed for the better as a part of this type of relation. A cross cultural relation makes you more tolerant, more detail oriented, a better listener and more careful towards other people needs. I will keep you posted as my project unfolds. I guess I have finally found the way to still learn things from various people with different backgrounds, even though I am currently stuck in Craiova, Romania. This project will keep my mind strolling around the world for a while. Me, happy and content!
I have come across a great article. What would you save if flooded (or if victim of any other type of disaster)? I tried to think about it several times today and I have come to the conclusion that I would probably save nothing, except for my wallet, my cell phone and my laptop. Before going to Canada I was very attached to things. Insanely attached. Then, when I left to Canada I had to pack stuff for 5 months in two suitcases only. I had to leave behind lots of stuff I thought I loved deeply. Moreover, I left strangers living in my house, my property! It was so painful to rent the apartment. Later on, in Toronto, I had to move at one point and I left things behind also. It didn’t hurt that much this time. I was already collecting emotions and life moments, instead of things and besides, I soon realized I don’t even remember the stuff I had left in Romania. And another few months later, when I left Canada, I simply couldn’t take with me all the things I had gathered there for one year. So I left another batch behind. They are safe, in a friend’s house and I would love to see them again. I should probably have them shipped to Romania.
Off topic (I say off topic as if this mumble jumble diary has any topic!) I want to read this book: What Kings Ate and Wizards Drank: A Fantasy Lover’s Food Guide. I love the description: “it is a writers’ guide, a cookbook, and a history of food all rolled into one. Its primary aim is to help authors of fantasy (and historical fiction) be more accurate in their use of food. Underneath that is an entertaining, anecdote-filled adventure into our culinary past. And it’s funny too – sample chapter title: There Is a Horde of Orcs Chasing Me. Can We Stop for Some Rabbit Stew?”
I think I could read anything that is explained through food, even Geometry. I once read a book by Laura Esquivel, a Mexican writer, Like Water For Chocolate. It was a love story in a cooking book, or the other way round, I can’t remember exactly, it was like ten years ago. But it was a lovely book, I should totally read that again. I think they even made a movie. But I am not very crazy about the movies they make after books. For example, they butchered Love In Times of Cholera, one of my favorite books in the world. I couldn’t stand watching that movie. Who made the movie, simply didn’t get the idea of the book. To their defense though, I think Garcia Marquez’s books are very hard to put into images as his books are more sensuous than visual. The only good thing in that movie was Javier Bardem and this song sang by Shakira.
I was good today. I did it all: writing, French, I went to the public library to look for books, I replied to all my pending emails, I caught up with some friends in Toronto…
This diary is awesome. Not the content (the content is silly chit chat about nothing), but the things it does to me. First of all, it makes me write every day which is a discipline I didn’t have before. Second of all, it seems I am procrastinating less since I am writing here, not because I am ashamed to admit I did nothing today (I have no shame, lol!) but because I need to have what to write about at the end of the day. This need makes me do stuff so, apparently, keeping a public diary is good for me. Kind of nerdy and uncool, but good.
So see you tomorrow on day 13, ready or not?