The first weeks (In retrospect)

Looking back, I feel kind of silly.
The first few weeks my excitement quickly turned into nervousness. I was thinking 'shit what have I done? I can't speak Portuguese, I don't belong here'. Honestly, I didn't even like leaving my house, because that meant I might actually have to (attempt to) talk to people!

And the people that reached out to me and drew me out of my house, was surprisingly enough, children.
They learned that I liked animals, so they tried to round up anything they could to show me.
First with the neighborhood dog:

Or a kitten:

One day a horse:

 One day they even came to ask me to go see some "cabritos". I had no idea what the fuck a cabrito was, but with some gestures and use of alternate words, I knew at least it was some type of farm animal. So I followed them on a little hike.

well it turns out cabrito means baby goat....
Soon enough, I was giving them (the kids, not the goats) candy, baking them cupcakes, and letting them watch cartoons or movies in my house. Which soon turned into....how do I get these kids to leave my house?

P.S. I added a link to a song to my last post