Carla, a harvard english graduate from New York, had arrived on the day of our meet and greet. She hadn´t any time to see any sights and really wanted to see christ, and as I hadn´t, we got up early, caught a taxi, took the second train up the hill and came upon something that we couldn´t quite see. Was it christ, I think so, the mist was so heavy that we couldn´t see this amazing statue! I looked over the edge at the landscape and could see only cloud. We spent most of the time in hysterics trying to spot a patch of noncloud so we could take a couple of pictures. A helicopter flew at us out of nowhere, stopped, looked at the statue and went away. I mean, who would be stupid enough to wait until the one cloudy day to pay for a helicopter ride and stare at some cloud, and just maybe, might they catch christ for a split second. At least we weren´t more stupid than them. The thing is, from the ground the sky looked clearer, the higher we got, the worse the weather became and the more we couldn´t see the landscape.
This was the beginning of our bad weather. We made it back to the hotel just in time to pack and jump in the taxi with the rest of the girls. Their names are Catherina (tour leader), Ellie, Eleanor, Vicki, Sophia and Leah. We were on our first long bus ride to a paradise Island, Ilha Grande. If it wasn´t raining most of the time, we would believe that statement. When I read the climate of South America, I didn´t think about the global warming impacts on this side of the world. This is the dry season which is also winter. Except, apparently the rain is getting more frequent all year round. Dogs are popularly a stray animal here. One in particular follows us everywhere we go. Not one girl likes her, except me. I feel sorry for this stranded dog. Yes she smells, yes she obviously has fleas and yes half of her fur has been scratched off so she isn´t attractive. BUT she has a lovely personality and always wants a friend. She sleeps outside of our door at night and is always happy to see us. I love her and named her Lexi, as a relation to ecsma. Noone understands my love.
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Ilha Grande is one of those places I've heard tons about. Beautiful and remote, they say; paradisiacal and primitive, they say too.
Glad to hear you are having so many adventures! My brother by the way does paragliding. Next time you come to Brasil, you have to stay with us with enough time to learn it and jump off the mountains near our home.
xo Take care and safe travels.
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