It won't be the first time it happens: once I've made good friends & I know my way around (but still haven't taken every single bus in town) I decide to leave....
Too busy now to think what were the best things (and there were many of them) but I will miss 25 de marco on a Sat. morning, like today & Minhocao on Sunday - all time, any time.
I will miss being mistaken for a humm, mmm, well, you know whom, in Jardim da Luz.
And I will miss my friends, but then, looking on the positive side, I will have some old friends back.
I feel like I am beginning a 'tribute to friends' series now.
Here's to Minhocao. And to Priscila e Ana.
Long live the surrealist feel it gives to the city.
And I am going to do a necklace with the garbage I collected on Minhocao during the Gay Parade. I was laughing really hard thinking that I'd only be attacked in Rio or Sao Paulo now because I steal someone else's trash & not because I look like 'gringa'...