I went to Brazil in January of 2002.
I wish I could have stayed until Carnival but maybe that's okay because
the reveling and dancing was non stop anyway.
The pace in Brazil is a little different
from what I'm used to here in New England. People
always seems to be happy, giving thumbs up, for just about
everything. Things will get done in it's own time.
I lost my watch in the surf on the beaches
of Ipanema in Rio. Normally I'm very time obsessed, but here I found
myself not caring about time. Party to sunrise. Sleep past
noon. Have dinner at midnight. And another day goes by.
No one shows up on time for anything anyway.