We all go through slumps in our lives, and I had been in one for a long time in the States before this trip. When talking to a friend recently who’s in a similar predicament, I didn’t want to say that the solution is to take off, leave the country, and radically change your environment, because that’s not fair—we don’t all have the same means or objectives in our lives. But today, this morning, I arrived in sunny Brazil, and one song came to mind when I did. When I realized the lyrics of the song that was in my head, I thought of that conversation with my friend:
“See the morning sun
See the morning sun
(ah ah ah ah ah)
On the hillside
(ooo ooo ooo)
If you’re not living good
I beg ya
Travel wide
Travel wide
Said I’m a
Said I’m a
Said I’m a
Living man
(ah ah ah ah ah)
I’ve got work to do
(ooo ooo ooo)
If you’re not happy
Then you must be blue
You must be blue
You must be blue-oo-ooo
I’m a rebel
Soul rebel
I’m a capturer
Soul adventurer”
I haven’t even gotten to my final destination in Brazil, Rio de Janeiro. I’m a on a bus in Sao Paolo, going from one airport to another to catch another hour flight to Rio. I’m already wishing I’d planned more than a week in Brazil, but it’s more expensive than Peru, and at least I’ll get a glimpse. On this highway, just cruisin’ along with the morning rush hour, buildings, and tropical plants spread out all around, I can tell I already like Brazil. I even like the hard to understand Portuguese. Rio, here I come!
November 1st, 2007
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Answer: Eight years and too many vanilla toffees…
That´s right. I just had to find out. I laughed when it happened, and it didn´t hurt. I was sitting in one of Sao Paolo´s airports waiting for my connection to Rio de Janeiro and was exhausted from the late night flight. I was just chewing on a toffee, and then I noticed that something was a bit off with the toffee and one side of my mouth. Strong chewy candy took the cap off my root-canaled old tooth stump. Mmm, yummy. Let´s see if I can have something happen to me in every new city I visit, shall we? Hopefully a little glue doesn´t cost an arm and a leg–woops, better not jinx myself!
p.s. I didn´t swallow the cap; it´s in my secret under-the-shirt money/id pouch next to my passport.
Fuckin´ toffees.
November 1st, 2007
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