January 21st, 2010 (day 2)

It is my second day here and I am already feeling at home.

This morning I scheduled my assessment at the school district board, which I am desperately hoping I´ll pass.  Then, I made a journey that took me to the other, other side of Toronto. I got to see the famous tower which I totally forgot the name and I saw the great lake. I mean it really looks like an ocean because you can´t really see the end.

The delay that my journey caused lead me to eat at a fast food restaurant called Tom Horton´s or something like that. The sandwich is great and the donut (which I only ate like now, was delicious! first donut in Canada!)

In the afternoon I went to the public library. This was like the realization of my dreams. Every book possible was there! Just kidding, but many hundreds were there. I already have two books checked out, and my account can have up to 50! This is paradise.

To lessen my day, I got my H1N1 shot. It was supposed to hurt, but until now, I´m fine.

I also went to gym toady, which is a first for me. I had never went to a gym before, and today I tried only walking. It is quite weird to walk and still stay in the same place, like your not really doing anything, plus I was afraid of falling….

Hum…I´m already feeling at home here and hope to feel even more from now on.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I got to see my school today and well it is exactly like american schools in movies, long corridors with lockers and rooms with doors that have small glass windows in the middle, all the same.

January 20th, 2010 (day 1)

Fist day here and I have already seen so much. One day, and I´m already feeling at home. It is hard to believe this is going to be my reality from now on, but it sure is something to look forward to.

I arrived at six in the morning, forcing my all too willing aunt and uncle to jump out of bed at extremely early hours. The airplane ride had been long, and, you´ll never guess, with TWO cats; I do mean two cats. It was a relief to pass the doors and find them waiting for me. The long ride here was full of awe. I had never seen a place so white.

At home I was able to take a good, awaited shower. But, my aunt didn´t want to waste time. Off we were around neighbourhoods and in side stores, always at a high, practical speed. Later on, a shocking moment happened, I was off walking with my cousin to the ice skating place two blocks away, when we ran to pass the light. I accidentally dropped my gloves. The man in the car honked and told us, even though the light was green. I mean, this is a total change from my country. And Will (cousin) even told me that everyone stops for pedestrians, no need to worry. This was like the most wow moment ever.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.  I mean for me it is already 10:30pm, but in Toronto, only seven thirty. I am almost dropping dead.

Journal-Canada

So, I´m going to start using my blog to talk about my small daily experiences in these five months I´m spending in Toronto. I would like to remember all the sad, happy, funny, and frustrating moments of this trip. Using my blog, I´m going to write entires everyday, just to keep a record. Sorry if I bore you, but I do hope these small moments of mine might somehow mean something, for they do to me.

Just a thought.

Life is just plain hard. The most difficult part could be the fear of death or loss. Today, a father of a friend was found dead in the search for bodies in Haiti. It had been six days and no news, allowing hope to sprout. Everyday, there was a little give and a little go of hope. At one time, the news were that there was someone alive in the building, then a dead body was found. Could anyone possibly stand this anxiety? Describing the situation at home, I would call it disastrous. Every second of the day, the computer or tv would be on the news channel or website. Bodies being found, living people being found. But, the news of death crashes on us leaving anyone with no heartbeat. For one second, one might feel dead themselves. The pain comes afterwards, releasing a flow of hurt that cannot be described. Not even imagination can help one understand what the family is feeling.

 

I guess life is made up of these accidents, that must somehow were planned and completed perfectly for some unknown reason. As said, life is about a little give and a little go with everyone and everything.

Today….

…the cutest thing happened! My class seemed like a hurricane…everything was freezing around and people were literallyfreezing, myself included. With my brilliant mind, I had forgotten to put on a jacket, resulting in a just freezing body. My teeth were chattering so fast I could barely speak. My frozen hands had a hard time writing down all the notes. Just then my savior came! He, after noticing I was petrified, jumped out of his seat, and hurriedly took his warm jacket off. I just could accept, he would freeze to death, but my teacher came tomake the situation even more embarrassing but just perfect. He said, “Isn’t he a gentleman…you should appreciate it.” Then, I had no other option. Soon, the jacket was over me. The warmth of the body heat still hadn’t left leaving it exactlylike heaven. The shivering stopped at once, but I didn’t enjoy this new warmth without suffering on the inside for my dearest friend and savior. Every half a second I would glance at him to see if he was cold. No time did he show any sign of bother with the furious wind. From this day on he is and will always be a true gentleman. This act was just the quintessence of courteousness. Thank you, friend!

And five, six, seven, eight…

Plié one, relevé two, fifth positon three….

This is how every morning goes by for me. My vacation has been only ballet! Up I go, 6:30 in the morning. Waking up is soooooooo hard. I just can’t seem to get out of bed. With great force of will, I leave my comfy and warm bed. Can you believe I’m gonna trade this for a ballet class?! Well that’s me. Balelt has been my passion since I was like five…just kidding! I just started being so obssesed about it. I’ve been dancing since like always, but consistently for about six years now. Dancing is just part of who I am now. Everything in my life basically evolves around three things: church, ballet, and, of course, school. Going back to my early rise….I actually need to leave home only at 7:20, but I’m almost sleep walking forcing me to do everything with extra slowness. Putting on my tights is the best scene ever. I almost topple over. I can’t stand on one leg for too long, so I end up falling down quite a few times. Once I’m ready, I have to get to class. There, everything is really cold. Freezing from head to toe, I have to get courage to put on only me warming socks and start warm-up. Class starts at 8:00 o’clock sharp. My teachers are just the best. They speak only spanish, so I can hardly understand anything they say. The first one is really mean. He is very perfectionist about arms and where to turn your head, but he is really serious. You can’t seem to allow yourself to dance with the music so much with him. He holds you back. Another teacher is the funniest one. He helps us let go and dance. His classes are all about going with the music and dancing, really becoming a ballerina. The last teacher is my favorite, I guess because he is the nicest one. He doesn’t make fun of anybody and remembers every student. He even knows my name! Now he can’t stop calling me anymore….which is really hilarious. I have an hour and a half of classical class that really warms everybody up. Them we have two more classes. My physical conditioning class is the hardest one for me. I don’t really have that much flexibility, but I hope to have it someday. I haven’t done much pointe class because of my tendinitis. My foot really hurts on pointe shoes. I can barely stand (on pointe) on my left foot without it hurting. I also have repertoire. This helps us have an idea of what professional dancers do. It’s really hard, but challenging enough to encourage us to do it. A last class I can have is pas de deux. This class is incredibly hard but entertaining. There are some dancers that are doing the course and they help and learn with this class. Basically, they turn us in pirouettes (super fun!) and lift us up (freaking out!). I actually turned a triple pirouette with a boy turning me, which is soooooooooo much fun! I was so proud of myself, but I can’t do it anymore. Like I said to my sister another day, everything I do the first time, I do it well. The next times, the more and more sloppy it will become. Just like school work!

I enjoy dancing all morning long and hope to enjoy until the end of this week. From then on I won’t do the course (traveling, of course), but I hope to see my friends presenting at the end of the month! And five soté, six plié, seven chassé, eight reverance…..

My friends…

I am just going crazy! My friends and I have been having the best laughs! Out of NOWHERE we start laughing histerically. Well, I haven`t written in a while, but I hope to start writing again with the pressure of my super friends! Alvy and Carol, just love laughing with you! Make sure you keep pressureing me to write, even though you are currently drunk, V!
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Vacation is coming up and new things are about to happen! Gonna keep updating!
Wish me luck!

Dance shoes…

So, I haven`t been writing for a while, but I`m back.

I bought the most amazing ballet shoes ever! They are beautiful and perfect. Even though, my feet aren`t perfect for dancing, they look good in the shoes. I bought them in SP for only 80,00 reais, and they were just released. The shoes called Toshie. I`m just in love with it.

At the store I bought gorgeous collants, and a slipper with heels (really comfortable btw!) All much cheaper! I hope to buy more pointe shoes! P.S. I use them a lot!

Oh! I`m dancing this month, so wish me luck on all those tiring rehersals! =D

See ya!

WordPress in School!

This is awesome! It is the first time wordpress works in school for me. This might not happen again so I`m documenting it by writing a post!!! =D

Hope this happens again! Bjinhos

The Memorable Moments in Life…

Sunday night was the best! The GL (grupo de louvor) from my church sang in another church. It was so much fun!

To get there, we all went in one car, ten people in one car! The bumpy ride was rilarious! Everyone kept complaining of each other and pushing around. Once we got there, we had to set everything up, but most things were out of place. The songs had to be changed and everything was a mess. Even through all this we kept laughing and joking around.

Everything was fine for our “louvor”. It ended so early that we decided to go eat ice cream at Sergel. Everyone was laughing so hard about anything. Davi told the worst jokes but were soooooooooo funny! =D

We all had lots of fun, the boys and my friend Pou took the day to kid around with me. This was so funny. Everything I did they would find and error and joke about it. It was just so funny.

I had lots of fun there and wish to do this again…