Friday, 17 January 2014 DAY 636 293 MOON 22 WANING 93%
I wish I could paint this jungle sunset from the village where we live. I wish I could quickly and easily transport myself up to the altitudes of one of the big solid rocks to just stand upon and raise my arms and say farewell to the sun. This green, this white, this blue, of the jungle are all so different, than the colors of lands I have seen before. Especially at this hour when the sun gives them shadowed spotlights. So great, and yet so fading. It must be known that today is a Friday and a reason to be joyful for tonight celebrations are allowed, and yet the jungle will remain unchanged. No one walks where we have walked. They do not even think of walking these places, up the trail. The night is closing in. The day will soon be done. This will be the first weekend for the 10 guys sharing a room as our neighbor. How will that go? A helicopter flies directly over the jungle heading to the Lagoa, not looking for anyone, because no one is up there. Even though supposedly 90% of the people of Southern Brasil are descendants from Europe, the desire to discover is not there. Now the colors have been erased and what have we done today. We woke up and biked/rollerbladed along the BeiraMar all the way to McDonalds. No one seemed content with the arrangements, not sure why. All the traffic along the BeiraMar could have been rattling, or maybe just doing something new, or maybe no food in the belly. We came back home and I had lunch with André and his friend who works for the Vice-Governor of the State of Santa Catarina. He and André talked about the good ‘ole days in Austin. And in 34 days is Viena’s birthday in Austin.
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