Brazil as a Whole

I really liked Brazil today. 

(this is a ridiculous comment akin to something like "I really like people")

This ain't no Vatican City. 

Diverse as it is, being an American exchange student, I don't feel like I am in Salvador da Bahia, I am just, in, BRAZIL

So today, Brazil was gostosa. 

But at the same time--I am SO IN SALVADOR DA BAHIA.

This ain't no Sao Paulo. 

The flavor here is just SPICY. It is so different! Everything is so different! 

I am a boy on Christmas. 

I encountered a deserted beach via cycling. There just so happened to be colossal waves and a Carnaval camarote getting set up and practising right next door--so I had live Carnaval music while I sunbathed and played in the waves. I love being battered around by the ocean.

The beach was followed by street burgers and acai. You think you know but you have no idea. The acai here is SENSATIONAL. They freeze it and then blend it up and then put bananas and other fruits and granola on top.....wow. 

Some of my favorite things about Brazil:

--beach
--fruit juice
--music 
--beach
--music
--fruit

Life will spank my pasty bottom (only part of me that is not tostado...well not the only part, but we must draw the (tan) line somewhere folks. Of course, that is up to the sun) next week when classes start. 

Today I really liked Brazil. Or to be more accurate, I had a good time in a small section of Ondina in Salvador da Bahia, Brazil. 

Why can't I shake the lingering feelings of weirdness and anxiety? You know what, they are slowly being absorbed by the sun and sea.

I am attached to home. I miss you people back there. I love you people back there! And I hold the space of home flowing through my blood deep and putting on the clothes of traveling in a foreign land, being open and present and happy. I can feel the clothes becoming my skin. But they can never be my blood.