at the moment, i don~t feel restless. i haven~t traveled through s.america during this trip, and i am happy for that. i am sitting here in a rented house with close friends, listening to lucy~s sentiments she wrote about her boyfriend who just went back to live on the island where he was raised. we are preparing dinner with our local goodies, blending drinks of passion fruit and sugar, listening to brazilian music and looking at our photos from the beach excursion. my god, does it get any better than this? it is so simple but that~s what makes me feel settled.
i have accepted and been accepted. i feel like although it~s obvious i~m a foreigner, i am one of their own. people look after me. they ask where i am when i am not around. i am always invited, without question, to anyone~s house or if they are going out to the beach, it is a given that regina is coming too.
i am so so fortunate and i remember that. as much bitching as i do, deep down, i know that i am so blessed to be where i am. i know that i will have peace of mind in old age, to know that i did exactly what i wanted and i did it my way.
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i did it my way too, Gina. B) well done.
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