October 1, 2005

  • It is starting to heat up here in Brasil, and I am becoming Brasilian in more ways than one as I get into the habit of having two showers a day. I am now living with Pastor Josue, his wife Ivy, and their two girls, Juliana (6) and Isabelah (4). I live above a store that always has fresh bread, and the apartment has a porch with a hammock where I can see the street and the school that I used to attend. I really am enjoying it here, and the only difficult thing is cold showers. But as long as I get all hot and sweaty here (which takes about 5 minutes flat), I am finding they are not so torturous.


     


    You know how I don’t like coffee, milk (the milk in Brasil is just enough different—I mean hey, it can last six months on the shelf, so there has to be SOMETHING majorly different about it—that I haven’t gotten used to the taste), or chocolate? Well, I have found that if I mix them together (3/4th milk and 1/4th coffee) I get something close to a frapachino. Since Josue and Ivy drink coffee religiously for breakfast and dinner, this is a treat I enjoy and can fit right in with their family.


     


    Every morning at 5:30am Ivy walks around Timbauba. I have discovered a whole new world during this time (and I had no clue so many people walked in Brasil), as I get to watch the sun rise over the hill, shining through the palm trees. I love watching the people, listening to Ivy and Christiana chatter away in Portuguese (although I mostly tune out since they speak so fast), and breathe the fresh air of a new day. It is fun to pass the center where about 50 older people are gathered and a guy blasts some dancing music while leading the group in dancing/exercising.


     


    I really enjoy living with a pastor’s family, it is a lot different from Marcio’s home. For one thing, I got up and lounged around today, thinking that since it was Saturday it would not matter, only to have half the church show up at different times while I was still in my pajamas. But it’s all right, because they never know what to expect from me anyways, so pretty much accept anythingJ. Please pray for Pastor Josue, because Thursday he unexpectedly came down with…something. He thinks it is dingy fever, which sounds very horrible, and I was pretty worried about catching it, but I think it is only passed through mosquitoes. Dingy fever sounds like something you only get in India or something. I gotta keep my eyes out for those mosquitoes. Bleh.


     


    Wednesday I went to English class that Raquel’s teacher invited me to. We ended up spending the whole time talking about me—from what I thought about the hurricane, to religion, to how the heck I came to little-bitty Timbauba. It was fun. I always feel special when I can do something well. Thursday I went to the Alconce and made a cake (mixing a whole bunch of things until I thought nothing would work) and everyone actually liked it. It was basically passion fruit/guava mix (my secret ingredient was instant juice stuff…I thought it might bring out the flavor). Classes went well and Filphe and Diego (friends from English camp) came to see me. I went to church with them that evening, and as we showed up, they decided I should sing…you know, another impromptu to thingy, and it went really well. They go to a Presbyterian church, and the pastor is a teacher at the Alconce. Every time he sees me he gives me a big hug, tells me how great I am, and says the next time he will bring me bolo de rolo and suco de Maracuja (my two favorite things). I doubt he will ever remember, but it is a sweet thought anyways.


     


    Since I do not have a way back from Timbauba, I get to spend Thursday nights in Nazare with Tele’s family. Karine and I enjoyed the time to catch up on life (you know, all the giggly stuff as this is her first official week with a boyfriend), and I got to watch CNN and feel American again. These times are really nice. I have hit the three-month mark, and am finding some things I miss—like my kids at the youth center. I miss my car and driving wherever I want, whenever I want. I miss having a job where I am needed. I miss the park, and a gym where I can get all hot and sweaty. And don’t forget my family. I think what I miss most is not being a part of the memories. I am making so many wonderful memories, but so is everyone else in the US…and all those memories are different. But enough of that.


     


    Friday I achieved one of my goals—to master the bus system (well, at least to do it without getting lost or hyperventilating). This is really nice so I don’t have to rely and worry and bug Tele about taking me here or there. So I bought some fried corn and fresh guavas (all for less than $.50US) and boarded the bus. I enjoyed snacking away while watching the sugarcane pass. It is a good thing I didn’t eat more for lunch, because sometimes the ride was so bumpy I would miss my mouth as I tried to eat my corn (the corn is literally cooked until slightly blackened over the fire, and is much chewier than our normal corn on the cob). Good thing I have walked with Ivy all over Timbauba, because then I found my way from the bus station to their house just fine—exhausted, but happy and feeling more independent than I have in months. OH! The power! Bwahahaha! Don’t worry; I won’t take over the world until tomorrow.


     


    Rachel



     


    Stop


    Make a choice


    The choice of a lifetime


    Once it is done


    It is final


    No looking back


    You will give your life


    You will die your death


    To defend this choice


     


    Go


    On each day


    Living this choice


    In the good


    And the bad


    Whatever will come


    Will come


    It changes nothing


    Any consequence


    Is already accepted


     


    Faith


    Is making the choice


    The choice of a lifetime


    Once it is done


    It is final


    It is saying


    I see the truth


    And will accept


    Nothing less


     


    Trust


    Is going on


    Living the faith


    When it is easy


    And when it is not


    It is knowing


    That what comes


    Will come


    But I will continue


    On


     


    Love


    Is making the choice


    The choice of a lifetime


    Once it is done


    It is final


    It is saying


    I choose you


    And reject


    All others


     


    Marriage


    Is going on


    Living this love


    When it is easy


    And when it is not


    It is knowing


    That what comes


    Will come


    But I will continue


    On


     


    Because nothing


    Shown in the light


    Changes in darkness


     


    There is no


    New information


    All I need to know


    Is already written


    All I need to say


    Is already spoken


     


    A choice


    Is not worth making


    Unless I put


    My life behind it


     


    I am wind


    With no movement


    I am waves


    With no water


    I am sound


    With no voice


    If I am not willing


    To risk it all


    For that choice


     


    To say that


    There are things


    Bigger than me


    And I will give all


    Just to know them


     


    Because my life


    Is too small


    To live for only me


    My life is too short


    To hold in my


    Expectancy


    The days are


    Futile and fleeting


    Worthless and waning


     


    As I sit


    In the middle


    Viewing the adventure


    Seeing the glory


    The excitement burning


    The expectation aching


     


    But I know


    It is not safe


    I know


    I will loose it all


    And my fears


    Tie my hands


    I think that


    If I follow


    I will go too far


    To ever return


    And when I get there


    I will find it is only


    A mirage


    And in the end


    I will have nothing


    Not even the rags


    I had before


    I am afraid


    That it is really


    All I deserve anyway


    So I might as well


    Eat and drink


    For tomorrow I die


    Why should I go after more


    When I can’t even keep


    What I have?


     


    And then one morning


    I wake up disgusted


    That I am satisfied


    With so little


    I realize I would


    Give everything I have


    To simply end


    The emptiness inside me


    And even if it isn’t true


    I could rest in peace


    Knowing I didn’t hold back


     


    And I would rather


    Have nothing


    Than the trash


    I call something


     


    I would rather


    Be disillusioned


    Than never followed


    A dream


     


    And with faith


    And something beyond


    Myself


    I know it is not a dream


    I know it is not an illusion


    I know what is written


    Is true


    I would give my life for it


    Now I must go and


    Live in remembrance


    Of this


     


    So blow me


    Where you will


    Do your worst—


    I will be here still


     


    I believe in something


    Stronger than you


    And no matter what happens


    It will still be true


     


    These are the choices


    That shape my life


    And I will live in


    The light of them


    Even when I can’t see

Comments (4)

  • Hey Rachel! This is Mai Lewis from the ITC! I just found your site and wanted to say hi! Hope life is great for ya!

  • Hey Rachel, Regan here, i just sa, that you subscribed to me so you must remember who i am.  Well hello and i hope that all is well for you.  When i have more time i’ll have to read your site thuroughly.  Do you see Tele often in Brazil? where are you down there? (yea, i could probably find that out if i took the time to read it but i don’t have that time now…) so good to hear from you.

    Regan

  • Thanks for enlisting up to my blog.

  • Up at 5am and enjoying it? Yes, that does sound like the Rachel that was my roomie back at ITC. I still remember your getting up at like 4am or whatnot to go use the phone in the lobby *every* morning. lol. We definitely had some great times together. I am so happy to hear that you are still “enlarging your coasts” and what an awesome experience getting to live in Brazil! Wow! Do keep in touch. =)

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