To begin this blog series I just wanted to be very basic and broad. As time goes by I'll pick a few different areas and highlight them.
Going to another country had always been a dream of mine. When my dad went to Brazil in 2007 I was pretty jealous. He got to go and build a church and talk to people for a week. So when I got the opportunity to go in 2008 I was ecstatic.
I really didn't know what to expect to be honest. Brazil is one of those countries no one really talks about in America, besides when the World Cup is on TV. It didn't take me long to find out I loved it. There are so many things about that country I wish I could take and bring back here. If I had to choose one I think it would be easy.
Futbol.
I have never seen a country so passionate about a sport. Sure, Americans love football. We love watching people of all ages run into each other and hurt each other. But there, they loved the simplicity and beauty of soccer.
Let me explain. How often when you and your friends are just hanging out do you say, "Hey, let's go play football," then you walk outside and do it? I can think of a total of maybe three times for me. But in Brazil, I did that five or six times a day with random people and a soccer ball.
Football seems to be reserved for the stereotypical football player. A big strong guy that likes to be rough and arrogant. Not many Americans fit that description.
Soccer is free to anyone.
This was taken this summer on the fifth day at the job site where we were working. It my brother and I along with some Brazilians who were somehow connected to the church. This little circle of juggling became our little chance to get away from working. There's te

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