That means it's hot. Cuz it's hot. There are digital clocks all over Leblon, Rio; spouting out the hour and temperature. The hour changes, errr, every hour or so, but the 27 or 28 degree heat is a constant. Gone are the grey skies of London, gone is the rain, the uncertainty of the BBC weather site to plan or not plan one's weekend, and I am left with a bit of sunblock next to my ear and a constant desire to take a shower. Or not. I mean, what do people do that go to an office every day and leave at lunchtime to grab a bite? My wager is that the sale of 100% cotton clothes is extremely high in this city. Enough about the weather .... it is all terribly British, but alas, as a seriously chameleon Yank, I can proudly say that 4 years in Blighty have made their mark. Some of the opinions expressed in this blog will be influenced by this my most recent sojourn, and for the collective European jaunts of 7.5 years in total, 4 of them were in Blighty, so take it all with a grain of salt and some malt vinegar. Chances are that after a month here I'll be samba-ing my way down the street and forgetting to not look people in the eye. Such is life, and such is this journey, so Open Up, Brazil, here I come! Tell me everything. I promise to kiss and tell. I hope you enjoy the read.
Ciao Sarah, this is the first time that I post a comment in your blog (the courage one, to be precise) but it's definitely not the first time I read it.
ReplyDeleteSo, today I decided to drop some line and while doing it, I found out that you started a new blog and a new life!
So you left Old Europe, uh? That was the new you undisclosed in your last post (partire, lasciare) and... here you are!
Well, all my best wishes for this new adventure, even if I know you don't need them, you're simply smart and cool and you will succeed.
So, keep enjoying life and hope to see you again, maybe in Campo de' Fiori? ;)