I wasn’t afraid about the eight-hour plane ride to São Paulo, all my classes being in my third language or living without Ihop for six months. No, I was afraid of living with a person that I have never met for a long period of time. I’ve heard horror stories about host parents, from not getting fed enough, or having a curfew every night. When I received a message from my host mother a week before I arrived saying how excited she was to meet me and asking what sorts of foods I like to eat, I was excited but still guarded. She seemed sweet online, but I figured that could have been a trick.
That fear I had about not eating was completely unnecessary. On the days when I do not have class, I eat about four or five times a day. Brazilians have a different idea of what constitutes a meal and a snack. My host mom gave me three hot dogs for a snack and then immediately asked me what I wanted for dinner. Even after I finish eating, she is always saying, “pega mais Chaquél, a comida é só para nós,” get more Chaquél, the food is only for us. It is a nice change to have a home cooked meal everyday. As a result of her yoga lifestyle, she also believes in healthy eating. She’s made couve or kale at almost every meal. I never thought I would miss it when I did not have it, but it has become one of my favorite foods. Although she likes healthy foods, she makes a different flavored cake, from scratch, every week because she knows everyone likes cake.
Another positive about living with a host mother is practicing my Portuguese everyday. She does not speak English, so when we do not understand each other I have to either ask questions or figure out another way to communicate. In the two months I have been here, I have seen an improvement in my language skills, thanks to the help of the host mom.
Basically, this is my new home away from home.
-Chaquel