December 30, 2008
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My hair is freaked out. it can’t decide if it is dry or greasy. my skin is worse. it can’t decide how to react and if it has ringworm. so does that make me a real missionary? if i get ringworm? i can point to the spots on my face and say “look! there it is! suffering for Jesus!”
hmm. and i am just cold. sometimes i will be fine. then suddenly i am not. i can pile on the blankets and it not be ok.
Portugese wants to pop out of me. i laid in bed this morning and thought a nice conversation with myself in Portugese. just to make sure i still could. the Portugese is like a prisoner inside me. speaking it to myself isn’t the same. i want to feel the natural feeling of “well, of course i will respond in Portugese.” where you don’t even consider it…you just do. you just speak in another language. the only time that happens here is with the ladies at the Chinese place. for some reason, i always respond in Portugese with them.
my brain is sluggish. it misses the double vocabulary. those phrases that experssed me so well in Portuguese fall flat and short when translated to English.
