3.11.2001
Edging on two months now. Back in the land of English and peanut butter and cheddar cheese and the ability to navigate my way around the city in my trademark brain occupied fashion. Two months and I hardly feel as I was ever away. Two months and it seems hard to remember what Brazilian sun felt like on my skin. Funny how life is. When you're someplace you know, someplace that knows where you fit into its stride. where you know how to walk in step with it... it seems like time wizzes by. Brazil seems like stolen time now... which I suppose it was. I'm closing down this journal now, and setting it up so those who read it will start at the beginning of my journey, and read through my meandering pages as if it were a tale - which of sorts it is - rather than as if they were looking back upon it in my memory.I'm glad to have kept this journal, and if any of you are still dropping back to see it, thanks for reading and more than that, thanks for writing. Sometimes email from home kept me sane.
posted by The Mo of Space and Death 14:13 (her time) @
Mo is in:
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Weather in:
São Paulo
Campinas
Rio de Janiero
Macaé
Manaus
Guarujá
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