Its raining in Rio. I know it. Because I am here, in Rio. Its cold. And tropical. Its familiar, but unfamiliar. I feel unfit, but not uninvited.
You don't realize you're in a comfort zone until you leave your comfort zone.
Now with a day of Portuguese even writing in English feels a bit different.
The muggy, humid temperature grew fingers that reached out and gently touched my arms and feet with slimy nails.
I remembered my green jacket and leggings. I'm cold.
And once again purple jello is served.
Suzy says its free. And she likes free dessert. Suzy ate all of her purple J-E-L-L-O.
I'm practicing in my head again. How do I say it? "Thank you, but I don't want any jello, please."
I frown. I think of my blanket. I think of my cable tv. I think I want to go home and take a nice hot bubble bath.
I thought of my lotion. I thought of my sweater and a great movie, in English. Then I remembered my birthday is in 4 days. I look up and see the moon, he has no craters. He looks different. Tears clouded my eyes. I feel the distance. I am very, very far away from home.
