Because I cannot believe in myself, I decided to believe in Something Else.
(A before & after journal of emotions the day I went skydiving)
September 17, 2013 3:00pm Central
I am sitting in Chicago’s airport waiting for my connection to Buffalo, New York. Outside the window is land and sky. From Buffalo I will go to Canada, to meet Jasmine in Toronto. I don’t know what we will do there, but it is better than what I would be doing if I had stayed. Maybe I can’t say that anymore. Five days ago this was an entirely different trip, for a different end result, but I don’t want to talk about that now.
August 14, 2012 – 11:45PM SP time
Today I had classes all day. I had a huge break between them though, so I was able to explore Avenida Paulista. I wanted to go to the museum (MASP), but the line was CRAZY because it was free day. I didn’t want to waste my time in line, so I decided to go to the case de las rosas, a museum dedicated to Brazilian poetry. It was beautiful. It’s weird how it’s just right in the middle of a huge shopping street.
August 13 – 11:24m SP time
Had my first day of classes today. They went really well!
The first girl, Fabiana is trying to get a job and learns English. I teach her every day. My second class was in a beautiful high rise apartment. The view was amazing. She is a lawyer and newlywed. My third class was with a girl who is 24. She designs jewelry. Her best friend is actually Mariana’s cousin. So after I try to teach her class (she doesn’t know much English yet) she told me she would introduce me to her friends. They are all so nice. One of them looked just like Holly. That girl went to North Carolina for all of college so she is completely fluent in English. It was super fun…oh they are also just like my friends. Yeah. That’s right. I tried a Braziliian sandwich. Two bites and I was full.
9:00 AM, Italy Time
My nutella trick didn’t work. WTH. I still can’t believe that. I need to work on my booby trap skills.
So after getting back I fell “asleep.” I woke up at 6 in Naples, then at 7 we got to Termini station in Rome. I ate a muffin and proceeded to run to the Leonardo Express. It was way easier than arriving. At least my Italian can get me directions now.