Yesterday I dropped Missionary Girl off at the bus station to catch the bus to the airport. Two days earlier Lady T left to return to Canada. Both former residents of Brasil, they came for a visit as birthday presents to their nearly 40 year old selves. I was really the one who received the gift of their presence, as it turns out.
We obtained two more plates with Mrs. O’Leary, visited a nearby “alpine” town none of us had ever been to before, and shopped shopped shopped. They slept late in our guest house, a not-so-glorified log cabin, sunbathed, and read trashy American gossip magazines. They were easy to please and I did not have to translate. I roped Missionary Girl into some social work and bible study.
Today I feel like I have a hangover from a very long, very fun party which started around Carnaval. I am down to brass tacks, as they say. But at least now I can sell the beds in the guest house …
*good-bye in Portuguese