The 24-Hour Turnover

Out with the old, in with the new.

Jared vacated our apartment at about 7:30 this morning, and I have since been on a mad rush through the house trying to get things ready for Phase 2 of Casa E & E's month-long stretch of guests. We depart for Foz do Iguaçu tomorrow morning on a 7:50 flight. And when I return to my humble abode on Thursday next week, I will have four new guests accompanying me.

So in preparation for Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandad, I am washing sheets and towels, scrubbing bathrooms, mopping floors, dusting, and goodness knows I need to get in the kitchen and shine up all my stainless steel appliances with are currently covered in fingerprints and worse.

I think there is always a sense of urgency in the "perfectly kept home" department when a twenty-something's parents come over to visit, but it somehow amplifies about ten times when we throw grandparents into the mix! It's not that I think Grandma would think less of me if she slept in clean, but unpressed, sheets, it's just that I've never slept on wrinkled sheets at her house and so . . . I'm ironing sheets today.

My grandparents have always amazed me. I swear you can drop by Grandma and Grandad's unannounced at any time and if they are home, which is sometimes a feat in and of itself, you can be sure that the house, yard, garden, pastures, and pool will be immaculate, there'll always be enough supper to go around, and more than likely a cake, cookies, or some other fabulous baked good will be sitting there - as if Grandma knew you were going to drop in. (Which in all fairness, not much gets past Grandma so there is a good possibility that she knew you were coming even before you decided to stop by!) And it's not only since they've been retired that things have all been so perfectly put-together around their place; I can remember well when Grandma was still working as a nurse at the hospital and Grandad was putting in his 40 hours every week in the HR office of the Air Force base. So anyway, what I'm trying to say is that fingerprints on my refrigerator and pigeon poo on the window just won't cut it for me when my grandparents come to town. (Especially when they are coming all the way down to Brasil - I don't have the "Oh, I wasn't expecting company!" excuse this time, I'm afraid.)

So, if you'll excuse me now I need to get back to my chores. I have pillows to fluff, closets to straighten, and cabinets to clean. Oh and sometime before the end of the day I need to get packed for six fabulous days at one of the greatest natural wonders of Brasil: Foz do Iguaçu. (But I have my priorities: no packing until linens are pressed!)

A Weekend in Búzios

Despite the weather not cooperating 100% of the time, we had a nice trip down to Búzios in the state of Rio de Janeiro over the weekend. It was cloudy part of the time which made it a little cool and it rained on Saturday afternoon, but, even so, we had fun. Búzios has several gorgeous beaches and the town is clean and very safe.

You can see it was pretty overcast when we first arrived Saturday morning.

But even with the cloudiness, you still get a feel for how blue-green the clear waters are!

Eric was told by one of the locals that there was a trail that cut through the forest between a couple of the beaches. We took about 50 steps and decided to turn back. Not even my husband was ambitious enough to try the trail (or rather, lack thereof. The "trail" - which reeked of urine - disappeared into thick vegetation just moments after I took this picture.)

We took a boat ride over to one of the more popular beaches (João Fernandes) and spent most of the morning and early afternoon there on Saturday.

The sand at João Fernandes is a really deep red. It's quite beautiful!

The boys went for a hike around the rocks while I laid out and enjoyed the sun. This picture comes compliments of Jared. I thought is really shows just how clear the water is there!


The three of us decided just to share a room at a pousada in downtown Búzios. I found one place online that advertised a special room with two bathrooms and space for up to six people. We thought it would accommodate us well! It turned out to have a convenient location and simple, but clean rooms.

What they didn't advertise was that the special room had a bit of a cheesy honeymoon suite feel to it complete with a round bed surrounded by mirrors and, as you can see above, a huge square mirror on the ceiling above said bed. Admittedly, there were two other smaller beds, but I still don't think I'd call it spacious enough (or quite designed) for six! Jared picked on me endlessly for choosing the "Honeymoon Suite" for him to share with us on our anniversary weekend!

We ended up eating at an Argentinian steakhouse on Saturday night. It was most fabulous!

We got out to another beach (Geribá) Sunday morning while it was sunny, but the clouds followed us.

We still had fun with paddle ball and playing in the giant waves though.

Jared told us Saturday morning that this was his first trip to the beach. I responded with shock and disbelief and he reminded me that he was from Iowa. Oh, yeah, that's right - the land of frozen tundra, far far away from all thing coastal. Would someone please remind me again why people live there? ;) (Oops, I think I'm going to be in trouble when the boys get home from work - I forget I'm outnumbered this week! And I'm sure they'll be ever so quick to remind me that I voluntarily moved there. And that I plan on returning. And that eventually I'm going to have to embrace the Iweegan beachlessness and bitter winters. But, to quote the great Scarlett O'Hara, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.")

Here's Eric, after deciding that Havaianas are exactly the proper footwear for a little rock climbing. Silly boy!

Upon returning home and reviewing my pictures, I discovered that one must be careful while taking silhouette shots of one's husband - especially when he is holding a paddle. Shadows have a way of doing crazy, sometimes obscene-looking things that can render several photographs too R-rated for the general viewing public. I decided to stick with the picture where the paddle is well above his head here - it's a much safer option, trust me on this one.

Happy Anniversary . . .

Now can you please take me to the hospital?

That was pretty much how my day started off.

As of today I've been married to the love of my life for 1 whole year! It's crazy to believe how fast these last 12 months have flown by! But it's even crazier that I started my anniversary celebration in the ER. And then have so far spent the rest of the day trying to play nurse to my Hubby Dearest as he lies on the couch with a heating pad and his laptop. (I'm starting to think he is just testing out that "in sickness and in health" line from our vows.)

We took our trip down to the coast on Friday and spent the weekend in Búzios with Jared. Sometime yesterday, while playing paddle ball on the beach, Eric realized that his back wasn't feeling so great. By the time we got off the bus this morning, 9 hours after leaving Búzios last night, he could barely walk. We did some calling around, got the name of a good doctor, and called to try to get an appointment. After explaining to the receptionist over the phone that he had hurt his back and it was painful to sit or walk, the lady informed Eric that the doctor would be glad to see him, on September 4th. Eric laughed and told the woman he was lying on his back on the sofa and it hurt to move, next week wasn't going to cut it! And she informed him that he should go then to the hospital where they could see him without an appointment.

So, like a good wife, I drove him over to Life Center Hospital anticipating a nice long day in the ER. As it turns out, Brasilians use the hospitals for anything that needs attention sooner than within the next couple weeks. Running over to the doctor's office because you're sick today really isn't the norm, so the hospitals are set up to handle things such as a back that aches every time you move.

We were in, saw the doctor, got a prescription, filled the prescription, and were out of there in less than an hour! The doctor examined Eric and determined he had just pulled a lower back muscle (much as Hubby suspected) and ordered rest, some time with the heating pad, Advil, and, if that didn't bring enough relief, pop a Tylenol with Codeine. The combination has brought considerable comfort thus far, so hopefully he is well on his way to recovery now!

It's still uncertain how exactly he hurt his back . . . I have my theories though.


Watching him move today makes my back hurt, so I've pretty much banned him from leaving the couch. I'm not sure the previously planned anniversary evening is going to go off quite as anticipated, but we are at least going to eat wedding cake - just as soon as I get in the kitchen and get it decorated.

Whether he's confined to the couch or not though, I am more in love with my husband every day. It's been an amazing 12 months and everyday I am reminded of how blessed I am - I have an absolutely incredible husband and a life more wonderful than I could have ever planned. I can't say that the dreams I had as a little girl have all come true; instead, they have all been far exceeded! So, here's to another 80 years or so, just as marvelous as the last one.

Food and Travel

I love it when my two favorite things take center stage in my life.

Since Jared has been here, we've taken this opportunity to eat out every single night. (I'm blaming it on the need to share Brasil's culture with our guest.) So far, we've been to some of our favorite places to enjoy the fine cuisine: Adega do Sol, Rancho do Boi, Vale Verde, and Bar Ideal. We also threw the very un-Brasilian Outback into the mix on Monday since they just opened up in our city and we hadn't been there yet. The bacon cheese fries, bloomin' onion, and hot wings were a nice change of pace too for a night! Tonight we plan on heading out to Baby Beef (another great churrascaria.) So far, our evenings have revolved solely around where we are going to eat. I kind of like it that way. (My hips, not so much though.)

This week, between meals, we have been busy finalizing plans for a weekend beach trip too. We've heard great things about Búzios in the state of Rio de Janeiro ever since we arrived in Brasil. When Jared mentioned he'd like to spend a weekend at the beach, we figured it would be as good of a time as ever to head that way. We take off Friday evening on an overnight bus, arrive at 6:30 Saturday morning and come back to Belo Horizonte Sunday night, arriving at 7:00 am Monday. Sun, sand, and surf are three things I just can't ever get too much of. And combined with all the fabulous food we've been indulging in, well, life is pretty grand! (I must admit some concern about donning the bikini after this rather gluttonous week though!)

I should've known . . .

that when six of the other teachers started laughing at my schedule and wishing me good luck, I was going to have an interesting experience!

Besides the English classes that I was assigned this semester, I also have a few individual students. One of those students, who I'll refer to as Walter (which is not his name) has already, on the second day of the third week of classes, earned the "Biggest Pain-in-the-Behind Student of the Semester Award". And I haven't even met him yet.

I'm sure Walter is a fabulous guy that I am going to like a whole lot, assuming I ever get the chance to meet him. But his reputation preceded him, and he has not disappointed.

Of the six teachers that wished me luck and laughed that I was the "chosen one" (as in chosen to be Walter's teacher for the semester) half of them had personally had him as a student and the other three knew all the stories about the guy. Supposedly, he is notorious school-wide for being a class canceller and a no-show. He is, as I understand it, a bit of a big shot at a local business in town. He wants to improve his English, so every semester he signs up for private classes two days per week at his office.

The first day I was scheduled to have class with him, I took the bus downtown and walked to his office. I went through security and made my way up to his floor. I walked in, told the receptionist who I was, and she responded with something along the lines of "Walter? Walter is traveling. He isn't here." More than a little surprised, I asked when he would be back. The receptionist said she had no idea and that Walter's secretary was out to lunch.

And this is the curse of being the "chosen one". He either has his secretary call the school and cancel his classes the evening before or the morning of class or he doesn't even bother to do that much even and you end up going all the way down to his office only to learn he isn't there or isn't available. Meanwhile, you have to block off the two classes in your schedule every week on the odd chance he actually decides he wants to have class. Which so far, here on week three of the semester hasn't happened.

Today was another one of those fun show-up at his office and get told he is in a meeting and cannot have class days. On the positive side of things, I get to turn around, go home, and yet still get paid for the class. Quick, easy money. But really, I'm not a big fan of wasting my time. I have plenty of other things I'd rather be doing that don't involve killing time on city buses: I could go get an overdue mani/pedi, bake something fabulous, clean the new pigeon poop off my window, do further research and find a good way to destroy pigeons . . . you know, important stuff.

The good news is that they never make a teacher deal with Walter more than one semester. So I just have to put in my time for a few more months and after that I get to join the ranks of so many others who have come before me on this mission to meet and have class with Walter. Wish me luck, or um, maybe patience. Yes, patience, that's probably what I need more of this semester.

Weekend #1 of Entertaining

My husband's colleague and our good friend, Jared, arrived at Confins International Airport around 1:35 Friday afternoon. He was met by yours truly and shown to his accommodations at Casa E & E. He scoffed at my release of blogging liability, told me I was crazy if I thought he was going to wear a sunga, and maybe mentioned something about me being nice if I wanted him to give me all the stuff he brought down for me.

I let him get settled in and gave him four hours or so (at least enough time to get my hair dryer, Brita filters, etc. from him) before I started giving him a hard time. On a side note, one of the side effects of growing up with three brothers is that you treat all male friends a lot like brothers which usually calls for a little bit of 'mothering' them, picking on them, laughing at them, and just a general 'giving back plus some' of all the crap they try to dish out to you.

Once Eric got home from the office, we went out to Adega do Sol, one of our very favorite churrascarias, and introduced Jared to the very best in the Brasilian dining experience. After eating our weight in beef, we rolled ourselves out of the restaurant and back to the apartment.

Saturday morning, the boys had to go into work for a little bit. I decided to show Jared how good Eric has it by making breakfast (complete with fresh squeezed orange juice) and having warm chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven when they got home. We decided to go out and spend the afternoon at the club. The boys played tennis and then joined me out by the pool where I was able to discuss all the benefits of marriage with our dear friend (while my husband agreed - by virtue of silence). Saturday night found us out with three other friends at Rancho do Boi where we once again ate until we were stuffed.

We got up Sunday morning and took Jared to the feira (the 'hippie fair'/market) and also walked around the city's main park. After a brief city tour, we spent the afternoon out in the country at Vale Verde, the ecological park that also makes one Brasil's best cachaças. We had their fabulous lunch buffet and spent some time tasting cachaça, looking at exotic birds, checking out big-busted gnomes, reminding Jared that he has been dating his girlfriend just about as long as Eric and I have known each other, asking Jared what the heck he is waiting for, and basically, just enjoying a beautiful day in Brasil. I got to talk briefly to Steph, Jared's girlfriend, last night and let her know I was keeping him out of trouble and stressing to him how fabulous marriage is. (As I talked to her, Eric was washing some dishes in the kitchen while Jared looked on - I told her I was making sure Eric set a good example for him too! She doubts he's very trainable in the dishes department, but did appreciate my efforts.)

I made waffles for breakfast before seeing the fellas off to the office and getting myself ready for my English class this morning. Eric came in the kitchen as I was slaving over the Waring Pro Professional Belgian Waffle Maker and said something along the lines of, "Hey, I could get used to my wife getting up and making breakfast every morning!" I have no idea what he's talking about. (Note if Jared is reading: because see, I am his wife, and this is what wives do every morning. Yep, regardless of what some expat American husbands living in Brasil might tell you, wives never sleep in while their hard working husbands have a bowl of cereal by themselves for breakfast. Nope, it just doesn't happen really.)

Ah, yes, it is going to be a fabulous two weeks with Jared here with us. Despite the fact that at this rate I am going to gain twenty pounds before he leaves, Eric and I are having a blast playing host/tour guide. And having a second guy around to pick on and harass only makes it that much more fun for me. (Man, I miss my brothers now though.)

Pictures will be coming soon. I forgot my camera and then forgot to get the pictures from Jared's camera before he left this morning.

Sign Here, Please

I go to the airport to meet Guest #1 in less than 5 hours now. As I was running around giving the floor one last Swiffer-ing (yes, I brought a year's worth of Swiffer products down with me - we have all solid surface flooring here, can you blame me?) and putting away all my underwear that was hanging dry from yesterday's laundry, it occurred to me that I had forgotten one important detail. I have the guest room all prepared: clean sheets on the bed, pillows fluffed, hangers in the closet, and a little Brasil welcome gift including a pair of Havianas, a box of Brasilian chocolates, and yes, even a Brasilian swimsuit to wear if he dare (or just as a souvenir as a reminder of what he observed at the pools and beaches while down here South of the equator.) But it occurred to me early this morning that I had forgotten one vital detail: the release.

Because hey, what fun would it be to host visitors down here if I couldn't blog all about our adventures? I have people to entertain here folks! (Referring to the seven or so people who keep up with me here, not the people that are coming to Brasil that I have to actually, um, entertain.)

So, that being said, I need to print off a copy of the release. I think I'll make him sign it at the airport today. That way, if he tries to refuse, I can threaten to leave him there. Surrounded by an all Portuguese speaking general public, I think he will be just concerned enough to put the pen to the paper for me. {insert yesterday's evil laugh here again}

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Release of Blogging Liability

I, ________________________, hereby release Emily, Eric, and www.ericandemilysadventures.blogspot.com from all liability in regards to what may be written on the blog during the period of August 15 - August 29, 2008. I understand that my name, photo, and likeness may be used and that I will receive no financial gain from such uses. (Unless by some odd freakish turn of events Emily starts getting paid to blog thanks solely to my appearance and then, if she is feeling especially friendly, Emily may offer me a quarter or something.)

I understand that Emily uses very little discretion in regards to the stories she tells and such lack of consideration could cause me embarrassment and other emotional damages. Emily, et al will not be held liable for such damages.

I understand that if I were to decide to don the Brasilian men's swimwear of choice, Emily's camera will be out and shooting pictures as fast as the paparazzi on the Bragelina twins. I understand that said pictures could end up posted on her blog, spread across the worldwide web, possibly sold to Brasilian and American tabloids, and without a doubt a life-size poster would be printed and sent immediately to my girlfriend in the USA who would probably take it into my office and hang it above my desk prior to my return. If such an occurrence were to materialize, it is highly likely I would never be able to return to work thanks to the inhumane verbal abuse I would receive from all the guys at the office. Under no circumstances will Emily or her peeps be held responsible for such actions.

As per Eric, I acknowledge that Emily likes to tell her version of the story, which may often differ greatly from my version. I understand that anything I say (or even think for that matter) may be poorly quoted, taken out of context, and all together twisted if it makes for a better story.

Basically, what I'm saying here is that Emily will blog as she pleases and there ain't too much I can do about it.

Signed,


August 15, 2008

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On the way home from the airport we will then have to stop by the Polícia Federal to have his passport/visa approved as indeed valid. After that we will need to make a run by the mob office, oops I mean the Cartório, and have his signature put on file there. Afterwards we will need this document signed by two witnesses. Then we can return to the Cartório where we will pay dearly to have the release stamped, sealed, and signed by a couple more people. This is Brasil, this is how it's done. I like to keep things legal, you know. (Have I not blogged about the Cartório yet? Hmm, I need to do that soon. It's an interesting system, to say the least. But let me assure you, my release above will not be valid until I pay the Cartório.)