First days in Brazil

It is not easy to write diary retrospectively.

I am trying to remember last week and it is not easy either.
Every day brings something new and exciting.
In terms of lifestyle, day to day activities and problems, what is available for regular salary, cars on the street, how the people driving, and much more, Brazil reminds me of Poland from 25 years ago.
With one exception – live is much more relaxed.
Well it maybe because I am leaving with my good friend who does not need to worry about much, maybe it is because Guarapari is a resort where people are spending vacations, or maybe because I am relaxed.
I do not have much, all my belongings fit in two duffle bags and one cartoon box. I am sleeping in little bedroom that is 1/3 size of what I have been renting in Sunnyvale.

I made some friends – Andy owns restaurant and paints pictures. Whenever I come to his place I greet him with one of my favorite phases: “Feed me Seymour, feed me”.
He then proceeds with asking what I would like to eat – yet he knows that I will have chicken on rise.

Finally there is Marcela.
It’s been four years since we knew about each others.
I never had idea who she really is until I met her.
Honestly – Marcela is the most down-to-Earth person I ever met in my live.
Honest, happy, no drama, independent and typical Virgo.
Looking at horoscopes Virgo/Virgo couples either fight ferociously or their relationship works like well lubricated German watch.
We are so similar in many respects that it is scary.
Should we have the same goal in live, we could be very happy couple.
She seems to be very mature for her age which I am not going to mention because I am gentleman and because I do not want everyone to know the age difference.
One thing is certain – I am younger than ever (at least in my soul) – LOL.

I am out and free

Again, few days passed…

I’ve been busy as Hell.
Packing, working, dealing with drama, working again.
Finally there were only three days left to my departure.
On Friday I still worked most of the day. Didn’t have time to do much about packing.
Saturday I was packing and didn’t get far. Just one duffle bag with closes – that is all I could do.
I got another duffle bag at Costco and very sturdy box from UPS for my AMP and mirror.
Sunday John came over and got me going. I finally started seeing progress.
The AMP and mirror are packed, second Thanks God he had some room left for my stuff.
I didn’t slept at all that night.
On Monday 7am sharp the shuttle arrived and took me to the airport.
I checked my luggage… One bag 59lbs, box with AMP 62lbs, second duffel bag 86lbs…
That would mean I would have to pay $125 for extra package and $125 for overweight.
Thanks to the fact that lady at the check-in was busy printing the luggage receipt and so I pushed the heavy duffel bag little of the scale – it came as 69.5lbs – just 0.5lbs below allowed weight.
Well I saved little money – I will need every dime – because I do not really know how long I’ll be able to work.

Here goes my trip.
I forgot to give John the documents to be legalized.
In the last moment I called him and sent them from airport. Good I had an extra envelope.
The flight from San Francisco to Washington DC was delayed.
Pilot was late and they had to exchange the tire.
Finally after 1hr on the plane they let us out for 30min.
Quick run to the bar and two shots of Heresy, helped me to release stress and get back to normal.
Finally we have took off.
In Washington Richard and Joana boarded on the same plane – it was half empty.
I did slept most of the flight. Finally landed in Rio.
I got visa with no problems. Customs – all they wanted to know is: “What is in the big white box”?
I told them: “AMP, mirror for my telescope and shoes” LOL.
I had about four hours layover. Joana, Richard and me went to the bar – I tried my first Brazilian drink.
‘Kashatsa’ (I am not sure about spelling) – it was good.
Joana helped me to check in my luggage on the small plain to Vitoria.
In less than an hour I landed in Vitoria – tiny airport.

Richard already waited for me. Final destination – Guarapari - was just an hour drive away.
Taxi and Richards car were enough to get us there.
On the way we stopped to get flowers for Marcela. Beautiful bucket of roses.
What came next – next time.