And the circle is round... Sao Paulo again!
Trip Start Apr 05, 2010
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This is the second circle I make, the first one was when I returned to Cochabamba, which made my 2 weeks in Sucre feel like a dream.
I recognise this from the 2-3 week vacations I took in the corporate life. Once back in the office, it feels like it all never happened, all memories feel like a far away dream. The same now with this. I was back in Sao Paulo, after 2 months of traveling in Brazil. Many memories, which felt as if they were made up by my mind, but pictures to prove to myself that it had happened
Making circles feels weird.
I know a big new one awaits me. As I will return to my starting point in South America, Lima, curious how that will mess with my mind, but that's for later. There's only now :) Eventhough my mind tends to uncontrolably drift off to the future.
I stayed with Leticia and her family again. Moms seem to be universally the same creature. They welcome you with open arms, like you're a long lost daughter, and spoil you with great food and smiles. I love to couchsurf with families, as it makes me realize even more intensely how I can feel at home wherever. And of course, how easy it is to feel at home if there's a mom welcoming you with the sincere warmth only moms can radiate.
Leticia just quit her job, which made that she had time to show me her city during the day. What luck I had. I find that in this trip often things magically work out perfectly. Like it is 'meant to be', then I think about tao, and believe this is where I am supposed to be. Although I don't really believe this, but it feels comforting to do a little bit every now and then.
Another lucky coincidence was that I booked a short flight to my next destination, which made that I was home in the morning before my flight, and an interviewer and photographer came from a local newspaper to write about CouchSurfing, and photographed me with my backpack on the couch. Nice!
Also I got to meet up with Bastien again, my old friend from New York.
Anyways, it was time to leave. The mom, sister and me played No woman no cry together in a triplet of flute, guitar and ukulele, and I happily left, taking a warmed heart with me.