...and i need to catch up. yes, i have enough time to write this blog but in 45 minutes another last minute client will be at my house for a color and cut. people are coming here since i stopped working at the salon. i don't know how much more of myself i can give away to individuals. being totally grateful for how many friends i have, i am still wondering how i am going to have time to see and say farewell to every one before i leave.
on a more positive note, what i said in my facebook status is true and just around the corner: all i have to worry about is how fast my ice cubes are melting in my drink.
so after a flight from sfo to rio, i take a connecting flight from rio to florianopolis, an island near my small town. from there, i have to take a 1.5 hr busride to praia do rosa, where i will live. but there are no animals allowed on buses in brazil due to the poaching of animals from the amazon. so, i will either have to hop on the bus and be sneaky with the pet voyage, or i will rent a car. i have a reservation but dread the idea of driving in brazil's busier areas, let alone taking the bumpy roads on the outskirts of town. having nightmares about being pulled over and taken to jail for not having the right paperwork (despite thrifty car rental's "legal driver" requirements), i am skeptical about getting into the death machine. at least it's a vw golf. could i ask for a better rental car?
leaving in a week exactly. looking forward to not paying at $90 phone bill. looking forward to brazilian food. even looking forward to spending an entire month with a friend with whom i've never traveled. not looking forward to a 20 hour plane flight with the cat in the pet voyage. i am going to drug her out of her little kitty mind, and she should be ok. and so should i.
wrapping up....i fly out at noon on thursday. i have narrowed my belongings down to two suitcases, and i am storing two boxes. other than that, i have no possessions, no memories and no plans.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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