Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
Just like little children
Like the little children
Know how they have fun
DIANA ROSS
There is too much to think about. I am on the bus for another run into Trinadade Terminal – the middle-bus-stop where all the Saco Grande and Lagoa buses now transition. The bus takes a turn and passes the Bistek supermarket. Everything is so green here. Lots of rocks, big rocks mixed in with all the jungle scape mountain side. My hope is to discover all the little back roads into and out of the jungle. We have been waiting for our geladera refrigerator to be delivered for almost a week now. Who needs a refrigerator anyway? We have lived in so many situations and this will be another. I am not sure what the expectations are. I have spent the last two days constructing a set of beds, brasil style. I could have made my own bed from scratch in less time I think. Finished. Done. Deu. We have been experimenting with clothes drying methods. Today the sun was shining for a bit in the afternoon. Ezra and Viena have been so happy to see me building the bunk beds, but both started crying almost moments after I finished. André brought us over some lunch from his work. My dream last night was walking into an auditorium with the Brasil flag colors showing all over the walls saying – “This is Brasil! You live in Brasil! Go Live in Brasil!” The sky after the rain near the por-do-sol is heavenly here in Floripa. The white clouds with the blue-blue sky darkening, while with gray washed green scape of the jungle. Everywhere was striking out from the Earth to the endless of holding all.
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