Monday morning, we woke up at 3AM. I got myself dressed and ready before waking the kids up. I was dreading to wake them at this hour, but no choice there. Nat started wining when I told him I wouldn’t give him his usual bottle of milk (to prevent vomit in the plane), but after I told him we were taking a plane he remembered that he would ”boire jus et manger biscuit!” (“drink juice and eat cookies”), he was back to his happy self . We were out of the house by 4, at the airport by 5 (or earlier?) to take the flight at 6.
Our first flight was from SJC to Rio. I was hoping for a clear sky and beautiful views, because the Santos Dumont airport is right on the seashore. Unfortunately I’ll have to check out the place another time… All I got was this:
Then we took a plane from Rio, RJ to Belo Horizonte, MG. And another plane from Belo Horizonte, MG to Cuiaba, MT. That’s where we had to pick up our luggage to check them in again for the last flight. Apparently after three flights it’s too many stickers on one’s luggage so you have to make sure personally that everything is still there (ha ha). Good thing we did though. One of our overstuffed sport bag cracked open and hubby saw the guy behind the carousel trying to “accidentally” misplace it on another luggage tray… Anyway.
All our flights were on time, no missed connection, and all our luggage arrived in the end.
As a bonus, the cat was still waiting for us at home too.
And that’s how after four planes and about 8 hours, we arrived safely in the tropical heat at the end of the world.
It might be because we are on vacation, or maybe because we have so seldom been with family since we have children… since we are married…since EVER, or simply because I like it here, but I have been daydreaming a lot of living in the neighborhood lately. This morning I escaped the house briefly (leaving the children with their father, uncle, grand-parents, two dogs and five cats), to walk alone to the grocery store. The walkway along the avenue is very pleasant with red flamboyant trees, yellow Ipê trees and the scent of jasmine or camellia (haven’t found out yet). I felt so happy in the sunshine, the temperature was perfect, warm with a light breeze.
SJC (where my in-laws live) is the perfect sized city, in my opinion. It is large enough to have everything one might need (schools, hospitals and an important industrial and research center), yet not as big as the huge São Paulo. Also at driving distance of the megalopolis : not a bad point for a day trip or picking up someone from the international airport.
When I was still dreaming of coming to Brazil, I wanted to be closer to family but couldn’t exactly imagine myself living too close to them.
Now I can. No problem.
Maracujá // passion fruit flower // fleur du fruit de la passion
Muitas frutas! // Lots of fruits…
Sorry for the lack of news over here, we are on vacation! Yeepee.
We took two small planes on Saturday, all went well, by some miracle there were no connection problems. After five hours flying and two hours driving, we arrived safe and sound on the “other side”, including all our luggage. That’s a short travel to see family in our books, it had only been 14 months since our last visit. We are visiting my in-law’s, os avós (grand-parents), in the state of São Paulo where it’s surprisingly cold for the season. We are supposed to be in summer, but it’s raining and only 17°C… I had not planned on winter clothes and all long sleeves and pants were left behind. So the kids were shivering. Argh. Mother-in-law and I went shopping, but all clothing stores carry only summer clothes. Argh again. We finally found two long sleeves shirts at a brecho (second-hand store) this morning. She is now making a sleeveless sweater for Uriel and teaching me how to crochet. We were both crocheting all afternoon, while the kids were jumping, screaming and making a lot of noise in front of us in the living room, and the men repairing something or other. Fun times.
I enjoy immensely spending time with family. It happens only too seldom.