The days are floating by. Brian heads off to work, and I open the sliding glass door to our small veranda and let in the cool morning air and the sounds of the city.
I see the park behind the hotel, full of green trees waving in the breeze. Flocks of green parakeets bouncing in and out of the canopy.
I enjoy my lazy mornings catching up on all things internet before heading down to the hotel buffet for some eggs, fruit and tea. Nearly every day I go back upstairs to put my running shoes on before heading out to explore the streets.
I’m learning my way around town, finding the gyms, stores, bus stations, main roads, cafes, restaurants and all the other little places we’ll need. I’ve found the parking lot where they hold the nearest farmer’s market on Tuesdays, and read in the news that there is another one soon to be open on Sundays just down the main road from here.
I’ve found the loteria where we can pay our bills once we’re settled, and a hobby store if I’m feeling crafty. We’ll still need to know where we’re going to live before we know which bank will be ours, and which neighborhood market we’ll be going to.
And the very slow process of finding friends has begun. Once again we’ll be living in a city which has no detectable expat community. I know there is one Canadian man living here (thanks to Instagram), but I haven’t found anyone else. That’s ok. If We’re going to live in Brazil, we want to truly live in Brazil. We don’t want to live in an English speaking expat community in Brazil.
Although it really is nice to have a couple of friends who know what you’re going through as the new gringos in town.
Things are moving slowly for now. Soon we’ll be running around looking at apartments and houses, and we’ll be making the big decisions. In the meantime we’re enjoying the sounds of the city, and the feeling of being on a new adventure again.