One Week to Go

A week from today I’ll be in Brasil, sitting in marianaseixas’ living room, drinking and chatting to friends. My suitcase will be in her guestroom, packed with wrapped gifts for my family and friends.

A week from today I’ll be in T-shirt and shorts, toes cased in flip-flops. I’ll try not to worry about the guesthouse, financial problems, the year ahead.

A week from today I’ll eat pastéis, cheese bread, and toasted French bread with butter, straight from the baker’s.

A week from today I’ll take São Paulo’s subway into the city’s centre, enter a bookshop and disappear in literature.