I am here. This, literally, is my window and the front door of my home for the next month. The flight was uneventful and on time. It is 90 degrees and sunny and humid. R. gets me at the airport and drives me here. Iziane, my hostess, meets us and I drop my things. Off to lunch, pick up some groceries, and back again, woozy with sleep deprivation. Email f&f back home to let them know all is well. Unpacking, stowing my gear, the rest of the day is a haze, but I have arrived!
It is always hard, at the end, to let go of home and take off for the unknown. Even when there are such good reasons to go, there are always others that make me wish I could just stay here and relax and be calm. Especially since the book project overran its deadline and pushed right up to departure time. P. isn’t coming with me to Rio and so I will miss him. And too, the ease of living here in my regular life. Adventure is not for the faint of heart. But mine is at hand, so I pump up my courage, pick up my bandolim, and head off into whatever awaits.
Flamingo in the snow– always brings a smile. But the real joy is to wake up knowing that late last night I uploaded the book manuscript and recording to the publisher’s site. Just need to send them a couple of ideas for the cover– that they design. So today these details mix with the whirl of packing, cleaning, paying bills, things that necessarily precede a trip. I leave in two days!