It does not matter
What country you are in,
Just stay here on base
With your own kind,
But he knew a patriot
Needs a strong free hand,
Now he’s off to torch
That red-infested land,
Can’t stop the armadillo man.
MICRODISNEY
These are the crazy days, the days of transition where everything is all over the place and Viena and Ezra are inside in a new place trying to make home, trying to play with familiar toys. But here we are in a new apartment. No kids live here and that is a bummer. I was hoping that some other family with children might be living in the apartments. Oh well, so it is to be. I spent the day building the Brasilian beds, a chore in itself. We walked a couple of time to the local markets. Ezra was booted out of one for not listening and using his loud voice. What a way to start in the neighborhood. Not sure how life would transition if we did not have Ezra the loud boy. He cried over chocolate milk. Chocolate milk has been a staple of his or maybe he was just hungry. The market is so close by and that is where I will be buying out water and other small things. We locked ourselves out of André’s place. The lock appears broken, so all day our food was over there and we are over here with not much food. We walked to Shopping Floripa and went to the Market Faire. I bought some Kettle Korn and a train and a barking dog – well worth the 25 Reais. Now I just need some batteries. We stopped and ate at the food court. Viena came up and said THANK YOU DAD FOR THE FOOD, like I have been starving her. This is probably the first fast food she has had in a month. We walked around and sat on Santa’s lap. Ezra and Viena tried to tell Santa in Portuguese what they wanted. I was even able to squeeze what I wanted from Santa. Of course, I forgot my camera. Not too many people in Saco Grande carrying around big camera’s. A guy came late in the evening and repaired the door a little. I tried to stay up and finish the bed after we returned from Shopping Floripa.
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