Essa semana todos estavam comemorando o carnaval no Brasil. Sinceramente eu só me lembrei porque a minha mãe falou. Aqui em Nova York não tem carnaval. Só umas festinhas que os brasileiros organizam aqui e acolá, mas nada que se compare aos nossos trios elétricos em Salvador ou às ruas de Olinda. E quando você não tem, você nem lembra e nem sente falta.Também né, convenhamos, imagine pular carnaval com a temperatura marcando 10 graus abaixo de zero? Dá preguiça só de pensar! Sem falar na quantidade de roupas e acessórios que temos que vestir como casaco, blusa de lã, cachecol, luva e por aí vai. Dá uma saudade das minhas havaianas...
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This week everyone was celebrating the carnival in Brazil. Honestly I just remembered me because my mother told me. Here in New York has no carnival. Only little Brazilian’s parties but nothing to compare it to brazilian’s electric trios in Salvador or the streets of Olinda. And when you do not have, you do not remember and not miss. Can you imagine jumping carnival with the temperature 20 degrees? Give just lazy to think! Also we have to wear many clothes and accessories like as coat, wool shirt, scarf, glove and so on. Take a nostalgia of my flip flop...
This week everyone was celebrating the carnival in Brazil. Honestly I just remembered me because my mother told me. Here in New York has no carnival. Only little Brazilian’s parties but nothing to compare it to brazilian’s electric trios in Salvador or the streets of Olinda. And when you do not have, you do not remember and not miss. Can you imagine jumping carnival with the temperature 20 degrees? Give just lazy to think! Also we have to wear many clothes and accessories like as coat, wool shirt, scarf, glove and so on. Take a nostalgia of my flip flop...
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