I was bummed recently. Love may be only the second-most-important thing to me, but that’s still pretty important. And so far, I seemed to have caught the attention of a sweet Brazilian guy, and a cool Californian girl– neither of which is quite what I was hoping for when I moved to Brazil.

But last night, I met a gorgeous Brazilian woman– a poet, my age, with enough spark in her to burn down a house. And I’m pretty sure she likes me. But she won’t put up with my language problems much longer…