Londrina Goodbyes

Londrina's Bus Station

This is my last day in Londrina. In a few hours, my brother will drive me to the bus station and I'll buy a night ticket to São Paulo. We will then collect Meire (roguejournal) and visit the mall to purchase some t-shirts and swimming trunks.

Last night, Meire came over to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. We had both seen it already but we thought my brother might like it (we were right.) Some family dropped by too to say their goodbyes. Afterwards, while Meire smoked a cigarette on the balcony and I watched the deserted Piauí street, conversation turned to Arraial D'Ajuda. Meire used to work with a Scottish teacher, called Fiona, who moved to Arraial and opened an English school there. She said I should try to find Fiona's school and say hello. I'm inclined not to believe in coincidences, so I'm trying to understand what this might mean. Arraial D'Ajuda is such a tiny place so what were the chances that a good friend of Meire (who is one of my only friends in Londrina) would have a good friend there? It just makes me think that our trip to Arraial D'Ajuda was meant to be in some mystical way. May that be true!

I started to fantasize about moving back to Brasil with Kevin and working as an English teacher in Bahia. Can you imagine? Living by the sea, in a tiny village, giving lessons perhaps only in the mornings. Then the afternoons open, stretching away with the ocean, ready for us to go swimming under the waves, write fiction, drink watermelon juice or coconut water, take walks in the Mata Atlântica forest, use some broken down internet cafe for Livejournal updates, naps, and a backyard with birds and grass that won't prickle the skin.

Second stage of my visit to Brasil begins tomorrow:

- Henrique and São Paulo's skyscrapers, or perhaps his beach house
- Bruno and Os Abimonistas
- Nights in gay clubs
- Nights in a Brasilian goth club
- Nights soaked with caipirinhas & batidinhas