Saryah is the kind of joyous, effervescent, never-tired child that makes one think seriously about postponing parenthood....
Im catchin up here...as my initial attempts at consistent blogging have been inconsistent thus far.
The basic thing is...i made it. Took the long plane ride last week...got to Sao paulo, missed my plane there cuz i dont speak portuguese and no one in brazil speaks english (im serious...even young employees at the airport...kind of refreshing really, if difficult). Managed to avoid absurd charges for `changing`my flight, got a later flight and took it to the weird, futuristic, actually airplane shaped capital of Brazil, Brazilia (located smack in the middle of this truly massive and relatively uninhabited country).
Then more language confusion with missing luggage, taxis to the Rohodivaria (local bus station) vs. the Rohoda-hodivaria (the inter-city bus station), etc. Got to the bus and made the two hour journey to Abadiania...
En route I had my firstin depth portugues interaction and informal lesson from Saryah...an irrepressible 4 year old braziliara who found my pronunciation of her native tongue appalling and was generally intent on making fun of and pouncing upon me. It was so funny the brazilian catholic padre in the seat behind me, who initially seemed rather suspicious of my designs in his territory, became very friendly and helpful in translating Saryah´s enthuisiastic taunts. Saryah`s father incidently, a man in military uniform, seemed completely at a loss as to how to control his frenetic progeny...
I made it to Abadiania after dark and, with the help of some longtime gringo residents, found a nice little pousada( hosteltype accomadations) where the groovy young brazilian owner, Daniel (Danyao)offers portugues lessons and also has a guitar and bike available for my grateful use....thus, i came to Abadiania. What has happened since is a whole other story, or perhaps reality, entirely....
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