Guaraná, Acai, Matte, e Brasil.

Bom Dia. Bom noite? Boa noite? Boa sorte for sure.

What an interesting country.

It looks like Hawaii, feels like Japan, and the people remind me of Spaniards. My mind is on overload and when B asks me a question, all I can do is sit there and stare at him blankly. It makes for a great dynamic.

The air is so humid that I feel that i could drink the air when i was thirsty. Exaggeration? Perhaps, but not a completely inaccurate one. Life here is lazy. You couldn't tell that by watching the cars whizzing below. There was a cary that switched lanes in between two other cars that didn't originally give it space to cross lanes. I don't think they know how to drive between lanes here, either. It's kind of like... "get out of my way, and i you don't, it's your own fault." It is as if the lanes are a suggestion rather than a law, and the people here are not big on taking suggestions.

The living room is spiritual white, as I might call it, clean and uncluttered. Very different from the other expat house that I'm used to where everything was country style and overly ethnic. No, this one is clean, simple, earth toned, and very calming. I feel that it's a reflection of the state of mind of the mother. This mother is less... "scrapbooky" and more "chillaxed in a spiritual way," though she seems to have her crazy moments if given the opportunity.

I don't even think I should be making comparisons, but here, I suppose i'm free to to do whatever I want.

So the clouds and the fog has rolled in, but now it's not rolling out. Unlike Terry might think in LA, this is actual fog, not smog like down south. This fog won't kill you, where as his fog would.

Its green and tropical here but in a unapologetic way. It compliments the spiritual white that I named the living room. It all works. I think my mother often tries, but it doesn't quite fit together the way she might want it to.

I had no expectation for sun here, so even if it is cloudy, it doesn't bug me much. It kind of adds to the beauty and idea of "amazon." I'll take it as it comes. I don't even think it's that's chilly. Chilly would be having to wear a sweatshirt or a sweater over my clothes, but sitting in a tank top watching fog and rain is not chilly, it's just the Amazon.

Uneventful day, I suppose, but very relaxing.

I may like this country and it's multitude of fruits and such.

I may like this language as well.

We'll see, eh?

bom noite. or maybe it was boa noite.

in any case.

C:)