11/02/08 4pm

who hasnt seen me in such a state? this is from that night out in BA
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11/01/08 5? maybe

I´m feeling better, today is a good day. I got up and went for way too long of a walk. My ass is sore after sitting around for a few days. i didnt drink that acai juice this morning and i dont have a headache. I think i was pulling a heather and getting a headache from the berry. So i´ll keep off it and see how it goes. I remembered something funny I forgot to tell you about. The dready mullet? if i told you about it already, sorry for repeating. But the lead singing of the band had a mullet, the top was really short almost shaved and the back was ugly dreads that were like in a big wave and down to his shoulders. I made a comment about how i~d never seen that before and the girl sophie i was with said all her friends in denmark had their hair like that! omg i wish i had gotten a picture. I have wind blown beach puff for hair today its gross and the water here...not so clean. i dont really wanna swim in it, bummer. Seeing this beach wasnt the usual awesome beach experience. I´m in love with the beaches of the pacific northwest, this one just isnt the same. Its beautiful. I like it, but I´m already looking forward to going home, eventually. I can´t wait to get back to argentina.

So portuguese...apparently its a legitimate language. millions and millions of people speak it, but you what i hear it and i think that someone is taking a southpark joke too far. starvin marvin might as well be clicking away for all i get out of it. I can say a couple things now, but damn, the list of pronunciations is 6 pages long! anyway yeah

10/31/08 evening time

Happy Halloween! I´m sick. I miss home. If i was in Boise I would be at a party or downtown drinking my ass off(and regretting it in the morning). Instead i~m sitting on the couch listing to my dad take a piss in the bathroom down the hall, he´s not a believer in shutting the door. I´m sick of feeling sick and if i´m not better soon, i´m bailing. This is a picture for you. I´ll put up more soon.

10/26/08-10/30/08

i´m sick, i feel like crap i did some stuff and it was all boring and lame, mostly i watched movies and layed around. My dad thinks its just me adjusting, but it feels like allergies. Oh i did do some fun stuff i shouldnt be so negative. I got to talk to my friend Mel who lives here, she came over and it was really nice to see her. It´s weird when someone wants you to come somewhere everything about it is great and wonderful and then you get here and you start to hear the bad stuff. Everyone is sick all the time, it´s too hot, medical care is a choke, medicine is too expensive, all the people here are out to cheat you....eh. It hasnt been sunny once since i´ve been here, but i did manage to get burned really bad on a super cloudy day. I hope the sun comes out and makes me feel better soon. I´m totally not staying here as long as I planned though. I´m gonna leave the beginning of December at the latest and head back to Argentina. I decided that have to learn spanish. Oh and there has been development on the ipod front. The people at the hostel emailed me and they have my ipod! Can you believe it. I was so happy i could have cried. They also said they shouldn~t mail it because someone would steal it so i am going to ask them to hold and hopefully it is still there when i get back.

10/25/08 night time

I slept in til 10something and sonia made me fresh juice with acai berries and banana. We went for a walk on the beach it was cloudy but warm. She talked and telaked and i was lucky to catch half of what she was saying. She has a very strong accent and tends to speak mostly in portugues with english speckled here and there, even though she seems to be pretty fluent in english. We got some fresh mango juice from the place that we went to last night. I think it was seriously just mango juice, it was good, but they served it warm...We went out to a pizza buffet tonight. It´s called pizza planet and i tell you what, it was damn good. All fresh right out the oven. The waiters walk around with a pizza each and bring the pizza to you and tell you what it is and you see all these young brown men crusing the room with pizza it was awesome. I ate a pizza that was topped with peas and corn! i almost died laughing. It was so good all of it. Super yummy. I did make the mistake of consuming 2 cans of coke at 8 o clock at night and was up til 3 not able to sleep.
If you come to brazil go to pizza planet. holy shit, it was awesome.

10/24/08 the morning after

10/24 day 8 the morning after

We went through the border in the night. I’m in brazil. When I wake up the scenery is different. I got out my camera to take some pictures of cool haciendas and forest covered hills surrounded by a mist of fog. Everytime I took a picture the camera made a simulated shutter sound, so annoying. So I get to the menu and turn the noise off and adjust a couple other preferences. I’m all proud of myself and then “no image” pops up on the LCD. I deleted all my pictures. Everyone I saved from July. My trip to the Oregon coast, Kirsten’s shower, Julia’s shower, Kirsten’s babies, Stacy’s babies, Julia’s baby, Melissa and Pastevia’s going away party, my going away party, my boyfriend, Argentina, Plaza de Mayo, Cops walking around dressed in riot gear, Evita’s grave! Gone. It’s already not my day. I’m hella grumpy now. I turned the camera off. Put my eye mask back on.
I reclined my chair and went back to sleep. I hate the bus. Whoever thought of this anyway?

Arriving a total of 26 hours after departure. The bus pulled into the Camboriu bus station and I saw Sonia, my step mom, right away. I jumped up and was the first one off the bus. I straighten myself as best I can while I wait for my bag. Here she came! Hugs and kisses, then comes my dad. I’m so happy to see them. Not much time to talk Sonia rushes us outta there and we head to the car. First thing I do is get a shower and put on some clean(well cleaner) clothes. Off we go. The end of the block my dad’s lives on is on of the 4 major roads in the town. It is full of shops all pretty much selling the same shit. Most of the buildings look to be new construction a very different view than argentina. There is quite a bit of practicality in the architeture and design of the buildings here. The walls and doors of a lot of the businesses are huge glass sheets that run on independent tracks so you can position them however you need to allow for appropriate ventilation. Most of the buildings are 5-15 stories and they are all condos, apartments, or hotels. The bottoms stories are where the businesses are. i was happy to find 2 mexican food restraunts here. The easiest way to get to the beach from my dad´s house is to walk through 2 malls. Yes you can shop your way to the beach. It´s very beautiful here, my step mom calls it paradise. It has a postive energy and everything you could need(except for cheddar cheese) I was so happy to see the ocean I skipped across the sand and walked into the surf. The sidewalk along the coast is a mosaic of black and white with wave designs and sea horses and other ocean stuff. It´s a little bay, a very little bay and there is this tiny island in the middle of it that is covered in trees and it´s lit up at night. Every few hundred feet there is a kiosk selling corn on the cob(which is gross its old and dry, but doesn´t give me gas like our corn) and churros filled with chocolate frosting looking stuff. These kiosks line the entire beach and they all sell just that, nothing else. My dad took me to their favorite watering hole. we had capirenias and pastels. Caperinia is vodka sugar and lime and a pastel is a fresh made hot pocket. and fresh bread straight out of the over from the bakery. Went home at passed out, i´m a cheap date. I miss my ipod. :(

10/23 continued

The driver wished me a good trip and thanked me for the money. Perhaps his drivers training took place in a war zone, but a very nice man indeed. He was so warm I felt a little bad for entertaining the notion of the dock murder scene. I found my way through the station. Got through security. Everything is done. I have my ticket, my passport, I made it on time with just the right amount of money! J I sit down…relax. The lady next to me tries to be nice and start a conversation, but I don’t know what she’s saying. Could be Portuguese. We smile uncomfortably and then turn back to stare at the buses coming and going. Other people are saying goodbyes to their families. Some men and women are crying, well sobbing. I try not to stare and wonder about the reasons for their travels and if maybe they are saying goodbye not knowing if they are going to see each other again.

I’m an hour early I have time to kill. OH FUCK! What did I forget? You don’t remember? I set it up for you in the beginning. Ok, I’ll wait while you read back…….

Well I didn’t figure you would so here it is…I grabbed my bags and jacket, but not the single most import thing (besides my passport). I left my fucking ipod. IN A HOSTEL! I left my fucking ipod in a hostel. Shit shit shit. Should I go get it? No, no time. Do I change my bus ticket and leave tomorrow just so I can retrieve it and have no way of getting a hold of my dad to tell him of the change, unless he happens to check his email? Fuck, what if I do go back and someone has already nabbed it? I have to stay. Shit. I still have my shuffle, but my charger is this my ipod and my earbuds, shit. So here I sit, pissed and mourning. Not mourning the loss of some family member heading on some sort of mysterious journey full of opportunities for peril or perhaps merriment. Nope. I grieve for Sigor Ros, which would be perfect right now. I pout for Damien Rice, Ray Lamontagne, Iron and Wine, ODB, and 30Rock. Oh, tina fey, I’ve been falling asleep to the first season of 30Rock since April. No more Sublime, no more Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, no more save a horse ride a cowboy for those moments I just need to remember something funny. No more. Maybe, when I get to brazil I’ll call the hostel and they can send it to me? Yeah, totally no problem, right? With this thought I begin denial. I’m grieving, it’s a process.

During the bus ride I try to process that maybe it’s a good thing I lost my ipod. Maybe, it happened for a reason so I can’t hide under my headphones. (Or hide what’s beyond my inner ear buds…yeah, I’m that nerdy). Processing didn’t work. I’m sure you can understand. At this point I just hope it’s being loved. And it didn’t get wiped. Stupid thieving bastards, LEAVE my ipod alone!

It’s a process, no one heals over night.