It’s one o'clock and I can’t sleep. Zak’s slow, peaceful breathing beside me makes me miss him before I’ve even left. Tonight marks one
week from my first night in Brazil. What will it be like? I envision sun,
bright white light and a blue sky melting into a turquoise sea. I also smell
the grit and grime of the Latin America I know and love. The hard work, warm
embrace, and tranquility so different than at home. I have lots of
plans—Portuguese classes, music research, dinners with my Senhora, caipoiera,
service learning with a women’s drumming troupe, runs on the beach, yoga at
home, explorations at the market—yet the reality of how it will be is elusive
and dreamlike. I like it though, the element of surprise and suspense of the
wait. One week and I’ll see...
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