I look Portuguese

There are many things here that I need to get use to....
1. The milk is ultra pasturized here so it can sit on the shelf as long as you want until you open it and then it goes in fridge. It comes in a cardboardish container...kind of like soup or chicken stock can come in at the grocery store.

2. the roads here are super narrow....and I mean SUPER narrow. It isn't really big enough to have two cars driving on it and on top of that there is usually a car parked on the side of the road and also you are suppose to be walking on the roads because there aren't really any sidewalks....atleast in the village I am at.

See the little bit of street that is on the outside of the white line? That is where you are suppose to try and walk but sometimes it is a few inches and then a steep slope of rocks.

3. I also need to get use to people speaking to me in Portuguese because not only do they speak Portuguese here but I have been told that I look Portuguese....I wonder where people would get that idea....  So, I have been told that people will automatically speak to me in Portuguese because of the way I look! Dang heritage!!!!

Here are some of the pics I took on my adventure today around the village where I live. I definitely did not go by myself but I had two armed body guards with me the whole time....