August 19, 2008

• So the news is…Daisy has NOT gotten an abortion. yet. and nothing else is known. and school starts soon and…yes. so i dont know. and i cannot find the apostrophy button on this computer. oh well.

  it is all in Gods plan. I guess i am just happy because at the moment, Gods plan looks like my plan. So please keep on praying, and every day is a new day. new choices.

  i almost ruined my skirt because i was squashed in so close to the people around me, and the man next to me was covered with grease and oil. Kombes (vw vans). gotta love em. as i extracted myself from the mass of people sitting in the seat, a big spot showed up on my skirt. the man looked away, refusing to take responsibility. Brasil. huh.

  Brasil likes to hit as many senses at once–and then overwhelm them until you are blown away. on Sunday we went to the center of Paudalho for a political speech (they vote October 6th here). The local Capoiera group was there dancing (Capoiera originated as a dance/fight sport the slaves played in Brasil). They formed a circle and cut in and out, dodging and kicking and twirling. The political flags were everywhere, high up on their bamboo sticks, weaving and fluttering right over my head, dancing across my shoulders as someone walked through. people constantly jostled my elbows as i tried to get a better view of the dancers. The Capoiera instruments ting out the time while everyone claps, trying to be heard over the loudspeakers, telling us the political rally will start in five minutes (while everyone knows no one shows up for another hour). i should have bought a bag of pipoca doce, and then all of my senses would have been occupied. but i was too busy watching and listening, as the rain began to fall, leaving its clean yellowness of the afternoon to drown me completely.

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