If I had everything \i ever wanted right now, would \i even want it? Heidi and I riding in the back of some hiccup bus all the way from Rio to Buzio decided that wanting seems much preferable to attaining in the human psyche, and for us, the idea of it being a sure thing, this getting what we want, but with two weeks of waiting seems the most stimulating. \i mean, how great would the next two weeks of your life be if you knew you were getting all you wanted at the end of them? \possibly better than the getting part, i~m brave to say.

They keyboard here in brazil are as elusive as time on the prepay internet without a watch, which is the way \i~m keeping it the entire vacation. So forgive my errors. Time seems to have no quams. \upon arriving in the country, my sensitive system revolted immediately leaving me unable to rise from bed except for vommiting for an entire 36 hours (i think, watch wasn~t doing it~s job-that is to say watch wasn~t watching). Rio was filled with many accents, none english, lots of humidity and heat and felt like \new york subway in july except the stirrings of some otherworldly festivity were poised at the starting line, waiting for the gun to go off. \or not waiting. perhaps the party already started. \heidi found four gentlemen from germany and france who hosted us at Rios finest dining, though salads just don~t cost money, the experience was well worth it. \meeting others and seeing my girls light up with audience. \i pretended \i was a rock star and was being humble, not saying much all nite, or so \i percieved. maybe i still needed to get the traveler~s blues out of my system, so to speak. what do they call it - dysentry or shame on my spelling, something of the like?

\i feel much more at home in Buzio, with music being amplified on the streets before the sun even sets. \\i think it is sunday, but we aren~t watching still. \i~m pretty sure this isn~t the US. \i know \i am not a rock star.

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