View from our hotel in Brazil
We flew yesterday from Buenos Aires to Rio de Janero–a three hour flight. We had an hour layover in Rio but could not deplane. Fine. That made four hours in the plane. Then we flew to Bel Horizonte, another hour flight, but we we were turned away because of inclement weather. The flight was indeed rocky, some very bad turbulence. Which I hate! Anyway another hour flight back to Rio.
Now we are at six hours on that plane. After a total nine hours, we finally reached our destination. I was ready to scream and so glad to get off the aircraft.
I watched the Brazilians deal with the flight delay. My estimation was they handled it better than most Americans. I really think there would have been some outbursts of anger had this happened in the states, and this kind of thing happens everywhere. But they seemed to take it more in stride. Maybe life moves slower for them, so the delay is less of an inconvenience. I just think Americans live in the fast lane too much, and we get addicted to quick. Any thing less than immediate brings out the anger in us. It is a shame, but I find these attitudes in myself in some instances.
Shaking that travel experience off and onto a much better note, I wish I had a good enough camera to snap some pictures from the air as we flew from Rio to Belo. It was partly cloudy, and the sun was setting. It had been raining off and on, so the colors in the sky were so beautiful–pinks, scarlets, light blues, aquas, sapphire, lapis–the blues were amazing. The rain seemed to crytallize the color, make luminous. Layers and layers of colors streaked across the horizon as the sun set.
Much of Brazil is uninhabited, so we saw miles and miles of rolling hills below us in swirls and swirls of varied colors of green. Because of the sun’s slant, the rivers and lakes looked like shimmering copper–liquid copper–against the deep green land. I just wanted to jump in the water and smear copper all over my body. I have never seen the light from above illumine the water below so magnificently.
Our hosts met us at the airport and whisked us off to a pizza place. It was too late to eat, but we hadn’t eaten all day. It’s okay, like Argentina, the restaurants just get to rocking around midnight. There was a Brazilian birthday party at the pizza house, so there was raucous laughter and lots of singing and toasting with champaign.
After a great night’s rest, we are ready for a very busy day. The wedding we came for is tomorrow, so there is a lot going on now.
I have some thoughts about the most significant thing about traveling: the people. I have posted comments and pictures about food and restaurants, but these are very small travel experiences. The riches of travel is locked within the relationships nurtured through listening, reaching out, loving, and seeing beyond cultural discrepancies. The rich treasure of travel is the linking of arms with those who are so different and yet so much like us. The human need is the same everywhere, and we must share our needs and experiences with each other.
Oh, I have thoughts, loads of thoughts, deep thought, shallow thoughts, crazy thoughts, sublime thoughts. I just need some silence to shake them out.