Construction

Past Excursions

Calm Before Construction

really random

so i haven't written in a while....but we're going to start with a bottle of wine, two plastic bags of broccoli, tomatoes and curry, three cameras, a handful of books stuffed in a maroon canvas bag and a precarious balance on the curvy back of a moto-taxi. it's been a hard week, full of work, new projects, sawing, hammering, teaching english, photography, cops, intermingled with beaches, relaxation, and many realizations.

no pictures, but just writing, missing home, and never wanting to go back because i love not having a cell phone.....and wondering... who is there, and even where "there" actually is, and who isn't "there" any more? who will be there when i get back to wherever that is, and who will i forget when i leave? who will be friends and who will be memories? will brasil still be the same, and is the sun ever going to stay still for more than a second so i can get a glimpse of what life will be like when i am gone? i am wondering, and i miss brasil already....hoping that two brothers will always be my home because they have taught me so much...about well, everything. i thank the dirty streets, the rowdy nights, and extraneous volunteers for my knowledge. i love matthew, and i love rocinha, like i never thought i would. it's been hard, and it's not over, but it will never be what it was when i first saw machine guns, overflowing canals, hills made of houses and gleeful children running up and down as far as they can. (which is really far by the way.) and this is not some odd goodbye blog entry, it's not even for you, or for me, but maybe for my ego, for my brain that sometimes feels bloated and captured. it is for the people out there that are struggling to break the limits that bound them to what they have become. it's release.

i salute you, i hope for me, and i am always cheering for us.
love your travels please.

friday

running behind

feeling crazy