Is it only Tuesday? Has it really only been three days since I boarded a plane? And four nights since I sat in my room wondering if I was really 'going for it' or if my whole trip planning for the next few months wasn't, in fact, a horrible, silly idea?
I still don't know the answer, but right now I don't really care. Too much has happened since then that I am trying to wrap my head around
*A twelve-hour flight, me stepping foot onto a new continent and my Havaianas finally returning home.
*1 cup of açaí which tasted too good to not contain a shitload of sugar.
(confirmed since another glass for breakfast that tasted, let's just say, different)
*Sighting of 1 Brazilian turtle while swimming.
And 3 caipirinhas, which were the most awesome and worst. Sort of like French guys. Honestly, if a French guy was a drink he would be a proper Brazilian caipirinha.
The latter still prohibits me from thinking too clearly which may or may not be a good thing for reasons mentioned above. Sometimes it's good to throw yourself into the deep end which is what I am doing here. Até breve once the caipirinha haze leaves my head...
P.S. A few hours later and I have done my first yoga class on the roof, in the warm morning sun and not only is my body craving more, but I have also been asked to teach myself which terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.