We cleaned, we packed, we left.
This was a week of transition between worlds. Again.
Our stay in Brazil has temporarily come to an end. We spent the first half of the week taking care of business in Jundiai, running errands, exploring nearby streets, and enjoying our last tastes of local cuisine.
We’ve put the Kactus Grill on the list for our return. I’m curious to see if it has anything at all to do with Mexican food, but I don’t have my hopes up. I think it’s just another Brazilian grill with lots of rice and beans. I don’t mind though. I do like Brazilian food, and I can stuff myself with sauteed plantains. So Good!
The weather was sketchy this week with several days of rain storms which gave us some spectacular lightning shows, but we had a couple of fantastically clear and warm days too. On Sunday Brian and I hogged the Bocce court (field? Lane? Strip? What is it called?) on our apartment grounds and I finally got to learn how to play. He’s a very good teacher.
You can tell because I am his star pupil, and I won.
It’s a fun game, very much like a cross between bowling and croquet. The court (pitch?) is just below our window so we’ve had a good time watching our neighbors play during the beautiful autumn days.
But all of those pieces of our Brazilian life will have to wait for a while. We were both in Brazil with only authorization to stay for 90 days at a time, and up to 180 days during a year. We were bumping up against the 90 day mark, and Brian has spent 160 days there within the past eight months. It was time to go.
We flew back to England where we’ll wait for the paperwork to be finalized for our Brazilian visas. We don’t know how long that will take, but if experience has taught us anything, it’s that we shouldn’t have expectations of anything happening as quickly or easily as we want it to, no matter how much we hope it goes through smoothly.
So we’re here, back in our Newcastle apartment and picking up right where we left off.
I have to say, flying over the city was beautiful! The River Tyne with it’s seven bridges is very recognizable from the air, and I really enjoyed waiving at my two friends’ houses as we flew over Tynemouth. Hi Kelly and Michele!
It feels a bit odd to be back in my little British kitchen, in our little British apartment. There are moments when I can almost forget we ever left, but there are reminders that we were gone nearly three months. The last time I looked out my window those trees were bare and brown, and the fountain was silent and frozen. Now I have beautiful lush trees and splashing water to charm me while I make my coffee in the morning.
As I write this it is nine o’clock at night and the sky is still as bright as noon. Dusk doesn’t come until about ten pm, and I love it. The days will keep getting longer for the next month and I will hardly ever see a dark night. I am still a California girl at heart, and I love me some sunshine.
This is northern England though. Most of that daylight will be diffused through a heavy layer of clouds.
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