Getting to Brazil

photos to come, yes yes. Ir takes a long time here to upload them.

Anyway, Something cosmic happened on my last trip out the door in SF. I was dragging a standing closet down the stairwell of my apartment and as I tipped it toward me, a small photo flew off the top and onto the ground. It was a photo of me as a baby, on the lap of the woman who cared for me before I was adopted. I cried my eyes out, wondering where it had come from, since I hadn~t seen it in years, and conincidentally, at the most appropriate time, upon my move to Brazil, showed up out of nowhere. That was a good omen.

On the flight from SFO to Houston, I sat next to a Puerto Rican woman who had a blackhead on her nose and I couldn~t stop looking at it! . . . that, and her mustache growing out, and the cloudy eyes that old people get around the iris.... But beyond that, she was one of the most earnest and genuinely amiable people I have met. I had conversations with her and at the end of the flight, she was inspired to live the life she always wanted to..since her son was now a 24 yr old adult.

I turned my phone off for good, which was a milestone since I have lived with and relied on my phone for 2 years for both work and social agendas.

18 hrs of sleepless travel and I am about to arrive in Sao Paulo, only to continue on to Rio, then take a connecting flight to Florianopolist, then a 1.5 hr busride to my final destination, Praia do Rosa.

Christine is sleeping and my cat has been very quiet up to this point. Now, she is pissed and wants out of her pet voyage.

I wonder what Christine~s first impressions of Brazil will be. I am watching a wild show on the plane about lions and it is on silent. They^re killing wild boar, zebras and gizelles. He takes down a baby zebra by grabbing the back end with his claws, then imobilizing it with a quick clamp down on the neck.

The patterns on the ground seen from the sky are spectacular. Above the US, I saw circles, nested in squares, divided into quadrants with ripples of higher ground, sand and salt deposits, snowy mountains, and patches of green, red and yellow rectangles dividing farming properties . As the sun rises in Brazil, flying over the interior, there are green patches and reflective rivers and lakes dividing areas of natural growth and man made fields.
I am anticipating a nice light continental breakfast since I avoided eating all of my beef and pototo airplane dinner. It tasted like dogfood.

Flying into San Paulo is like nothing else. Tall white apartment buildings are stacked like legos, rows of colored boxes with a million windows stretch for miles. We~re still sailing to our final decent and there is no vanishing point for this extra-terrestrial metropolis.