The Story has to begin before we even left Moscow...
We left our small, dark groundfloor apartment (in a bit of a state) at 3am and were greeted by the first snow of Winter. It was light, powdery and rather magical, although thankfully not heavy enough for an impromptu snowball fight! We got into a gypsy cab with a real character. He was partially if not almost fully deaf and very very talkative. He shouted to us the whole trip and although neither of us understood more than 5% of what he said it was a very entertaining if slightly deafening "conversation".
After the little stopover in Madrid it was dawning on me more and more of the reality of the trip. I was going to Brazil! It's a place I'd never imagined myself going to and the reality only started hitting en route.
Djalma's mum and dad met us at the airport, all the hellos and hugging made me feel very emotional and I had to fight back the tears on the way to Sidarta's apartment in Sao Paulo.
My first time in Brazil was by no means a relaxing holiday, we spent no more then 3 days in any one place at a time, meeting new people, eating, talking, doing some tourism.
No comments:
Post a Comment