I came to Brazil under a few pretenses. One, that there would be a lot to see that would keep us busy. Two, that the culture is greatly different from mine. Three, I wouldn’t kill my mom. Well I am being corrected on many points.
While there is many things to see and they are all beyond wonderful I think we have run short. In an effort to keep things active I have been trying to book day tours to different places. We have seen the almighty Christ the Redeemer, Sugar loaf rock, Copacabana and Impanema Beaches, and the Favelas. All very awe-inspiring and very humbling. However that was accomplished in the 1st half of the trip.
While we have one more tour tomorrow having a “dead” day wasn’t a good idea. I woke up at 5am because the window was open and my mom was looking outside. Groggerly, I asked if eeverythingwas OK and if anything was needed. My mom bade me to go back to sleep she was just watching traffic. At a more appropriate time to get up, 8:30, I got up and asked what we are doing today. Mom had read the guest book and knew about things around the area. I was chastised about getting up and rushing the day and to be quiet. So I was, quiet for the next three hours. Then I was chastized for not talking or choicing what we were to do today. I give up.
The thrid misconception I had was the unique culture. Don’t get me wrong Brazil is very Brazil but really it is like the USA. The few rich, the many poor, the unfaithful government, and everyone just trying to get by. 😛