My only justification for all the wondrous goodies that I found for myself?
All the Christmas presents I found. Some trinkets, some treasures. I hesitate to attempt naming all the finds, but I *can* name all the lucky giftees:
Mom - who also commissioned $40 of shopping, so gets a huge haul
Roo - after I consult Sydb for details
my present and ex-co-workers
whew. Tired now. I had fun at the Hippy Fair. After all was said and done, I had enough left of my shopping cash to hand over to Flar for our McDonald's drive-thru.
The pool seems less cold to me on a cloudy day. Knight took naked'kin pictures. When we get back, I'll sort through what I want to share. He also took pictures of the art here in the apartment.
Flar wants to build a beach house in Santa Catarina, on a private island called São Francisco do Sul. If he does, I will want to build a studio for all the art I will collect when I am here. There was beautiful art at the Hippy Fair.
Brazil is a happy place for me. The language is coming to me as a New York Times, Thursday or Friday level puzzle, so a fun challenge. The air is a perfect humidity for my skin and hair. The people are muitos simpaticos. And there is beauty. In the music, in the clothing, and art everywhere. God's beauty and people's works of beauty.
Flar wants to spend three months here three months in the US when we retire. I may only be here one month of each his three, but it will sustain me and refresh me.
Coming out of melancholy into floating, playful mellow.
Oh, and the food is to die for. :)