Liz: Brazilian Retard

It became increasingly apparent on Wednesday as Erik and I traveled from Salvador to Belo Horizonte, that people here think that I, like them, am Brazilian. For the most part this is great, it means that I can blend in and get a better taste of Brazilian culture. There is only one problem, I don't speak a lick of Portuguese. Erik and I find it ever more amusing that when people want to communicate with us, they speak directly to me, completely ignoring Erik, even after he has responded to them in Portuguese. They must think I am a mentally challenged young woman who can only utter one word phrases with poor pronunciation. I may look like a duck, but I sure don't quack like one.