I am sitting by the window in Natalia's bedroom looking out at the beautiful blue sky cluttered and scattered by various puffs of white nothings all while sweating. It is extrememly hot outside and rightfully so - I am in the middle of their summer. In Brazil, no one has air conditioning. So, days like this seem to be quite a challenge for my spoiled American tastes.
Despite sweating while typing this, I cannot help but to feel so greatful for what I have back home in the US. The other day, Mila and I set out for the beach in Santos, Brazil. This place is only about a 50 minute drive, but on the way I got to see some of the worst living conditions. Brazil is home to some of the poorest people in the world. And regardless of how much material items these people contained, or if they even had a real roof over their heads, I would see smiles on their faces. It made me feel like I have been living above the possibility of pure happiness. That only things that I buy or have could make me happy. These people had nothing, but were still happy. How is that?
There is so much that I love about my life. So many people, so many places, so many activities. All of which are obvious to my personality and I really don't feel like putting them all out for a permanent entry. But, rather, allow them to be transperant in their exsistance.
I miss the ones that I love. Especially my family, bffs, and my bluebird.
My song to come home to lies in a journal.