amid legs, skins, the thick smell of piss, the colors of clothes and street art blend and mix. the rhythm of life is slower here. (waiting in line for a club last night, we began to dance to the rhythm of life--coconut water, metro buses, air conditioning and heat, hills, beaches, portuguese...)
i have further thoughts on the kindness of strangers, negotiating trust and gifts and favors, and the power of coincidence.
for now, off to coffee and the beach.
love from rio.
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well i'm glad you made it ok. i bet everything is working out better than you could've imagined. i hope you get a nice tan. i had a freaktastic newyears and a decent first day at school, too. so there. tan... sun. gah.
ReplyDeletemm mm mmm glad to read you are there, whole and warm... heat coconut milk and sewage the world over, (tasty and nasty are almost the same word)
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