February 2, 2013
Dodging the Super Flies in the heat and welcomed breeze.
What a great relief to awaken sans the incessant cement mixer whirring out back
next to the messy pile of office construction.
I can still feel the sand adhered to my tanned lower back.
Schlepped to Juaquina across the busy Avenida Campeche to join the nearly nude beachcombers
accompanied by a spattering of colorful umbrellas with small toddlers digging
to the center of the earth with spatulas and buckets beneath the welcomed shade.
Today is another day of request of Iemaja
who is the illustrious Goddess of the Sea and has the ability to grant our
wishes, if she is coveted and gifted with some treasure that appeals to her ostentatious
manner. I was surprised to see flowers scattered along the wet beach, washed up
from last night’s presentation. Immense stout bees took full advantage of the heady
blossoms which caused me to smile in glee.
A first year birthday party commenced hours ago just across
the now drenched sandy road with delicacies such as Skol beer, miniature hot
dogs, cheese, chicken and beef-filled mini quiches, chocolate cake with swirls
of thick chocolate, laced with strawberries. Yum! Could only delicately and
politely scarf one rich piece. Drat!
A family from the Land of the Giants, on the north west side
of the state, who reside on a farm have children of four and ten, I would have
guessed six and twelve years old. Huge bellies hung over Bermuda shorts and
butts jutted out just as far from behind, poor things. Ate and ate voraciously like
there was no tomorrow to be had. The Princess of the party was wobbling around,
eyes as big as the plate she ate from. I was presented with a magnet as a
remembrance, those baby blues piercing thru the lens to grown up to become an
ice dancer or architect like her thin as
a crochet hook pixie-nosed mother.
Was able to follow the story in Portuguese on the DVD we
shared late this afternoon, crowded around the big screen tv. Grateful for the
chance to see a more recent film, it has been four months, nearly to the day,
since I left the States. Following long conversations and entertaining crowds
with a few of my own made up stories told in a language other than my native
one has its satisfactions.On a gratifying rainy day I got my wish.
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