While I was on exchange in Sheffield, my Dad’s friend got tickets to the World Cup in Brazil. I ended up travelling to Brazil at the last minute and stayed with Dad’s friend’s Brazilian family. His brother in law, Pacha (who spoke the least amount of English), drove me all around Brasilia and even took me to the university where he had taught. Even though he didn’t speak much English we talked about the coup in the 1960s, all sorts of things. With enough hand gestures we got by.