Minha primeira viagem ao Brasil foi um pesadelo linguístico. Não consegui ler ou os sinais da trilha.
Estávamos bloqueando a visão dos juízes de uma competição de surfe em Ipanema, mas não sabíamos que eles estavam gritando para que nos mudássemos.
The story of two ladies and a dog, learning Portuguese in the south of Brazil
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