To really get to know someone....

You have  probably heard the expression, "To really get to know someone, you have to walk a mile in their shoes."

Well, I'm not literally walking a mile in her shoes, but I am getting to know my daughter-in-law a lot better by traveling to her country and meeting her relatives. Our daughter-in-law is Camila, a native of Sau Paulo, Brazil, a city of 20 million people.

First of all, I know that she is extremely brave to have left her home in Brazil while in high school and move to the United States to stay with a family she didn't even know. As luck would have it, the family was the Steve Ash family in Beulah...a nicer bunch of people you would never meet. But still, think about traveling thousands of miles to live in a climate a lot colder than yours. And even if you know English, you don't know it as well as the people who speak it as their native tongue.

I also always knew that our daughter-in-law Camila could be very intense and also very funny. After meeting her parents in Brazil, I see that she comes by this naturally. Her dad and mom both run successful businesses. They know business, they understand money, and they can almost pierce you with their eyes when speaking to you. And then in a blink of an eye, they can be laughing and enjoying themselves. They love life. They love their families and they love the families who love their children. I can appreciate that...I feel the same way.

What ironic about this is that her dad puts me so much in mind of Belinda's dad. He's a big guy and can overwhelm you by his size. What's ironic is that Grandpa Doll and Camila didn't hit off every well. It was at Derek's college graduation when the two of them first met. Someone said, "Camila, this is Derek's grandpa." So, Camila said, "Hello, Grandpa." But Grandpa Doll's retort was, "Not yet, I'm not."

Oh well, a couple of years later and Derek and Camila were married and now Grandpa Doll is also her grandpa. Still, I could see something similar happening with her dad. He drove us from the airport to a bakery for breakfast the other morning. While he only speaks Portuguese and I don't, I could tell that he "got down to business" when talking to his daughter on the one-hour drive. I could only guess what they were talking about...but I knew it wasn't small talk. It probably had to do with his daughter's upcoming wedding in Brazil...or maybe her college classes...or her husband...or her job at Minot State University. Or perhaps it was to tell Camila about his job as a fish marketer in Brazil. A couple of times on the drive, his cell phone rang, and he spoke to whomever he was talking to in the same stern voice that he talked to his daughter.

Now think about it, as a dad, he sees his daughter at the most about twice a year and sometimes only once in two years. Just that thought breaks my heart. I need to see my family a lot more often than that.

Now let me talk about Camila's mother. First, let me say, she is a hard worker and a great cook. You can tell that she would be a great mother. There would be no sacrifice that she wouldn't make for her children. In fact, she sold her car so she could send Camila to college in the United States. To this day, she doesn't own a car.

She owns and operates a beauty salon, next to the house she grew up in on a busy street in Sau Paulo. She took Camila to her salon so she could wash her daughter's long black hair. While there, one of Camila's aunts stopped by to visit. She lives only a couple of houses down from the salon. The aunt is of Italian descent and has blond hair with blue eyes. This stands out in Brazil. She looked like she could be a sister to a family of girls I grew up with in Roundup. Among her many attributes are her cooking skills, She said she doesn't like pizza but she loves to make pasta. Well, I like pizza and pasta, so she's my kind of relative.

The aunt's husband is Carlos, a good soul who also came to the airport as we had way too much luggage. The cars in Brazil are small because the roads are narrow and the price of gas is expensive.

Let me tell you about another relative I met. I think her name is Paula...but it's pronounced Pah-ool-a. Anyway, we met this sweetheart at the grocery store yesterday and she drove the car that took me and Camila's brother Rodrigo to our vacation home 30 miles north of the city. She too is a kind soul and a fun-loving individual. When we drove down a particularly steep hill, we would yell "Wee!" and fling our arms in the air like you do when riding a roller coaster.

Well, there will probably be more adventures to tell as the next week and a half progresses, but for now...Chao...or er, um, Bye.