Instagram. Thank goodness I am retired have some spare time on my hands. For those of you unfamiliar with this addicting iphone app… it allows you to snap pictures and easily adjust the filter. This has led to me spending my undesired free time taking and sharing needless pictures. You have been warned.
Okay, I lied to you. I traveled yesterday instead of Tuesday. (It’s surprisingly easy to confuse the days of the week when you are not in the habit of showering.) Also, Guarulhos is an international airport, not domestic. Please forgive me.
This photo was taken while I bussed it to the plane. Unlike my husband earlier in the week… I made the trip without incident.
Remember my husband’s neon saran wrapped bag? This machine is legit. I still cannot fathom how he was talked into doing this.
I heard the story again last night while we had dinner on the beach. We laughed. A lot. In his defense, it was 6am in the morning when it occurred. Still. Funny.
Current read. Focuses on the natural history of dogs, explaining behaviors and developing the understanding of a dog’s umwelt (self-world). Sort of a social psychology book about our canine friends… mainly research based with some personal observation by the author. So far, so good.
Photo strip bookmark circa mid-80’s. Seeing how genuinely happy my parents look makes my heart swell. How lovely is my mother?!
And yes. I chose the ‘least sad’ shot of Lisa.
A little PwC advertising for your in-flight viewing pleasure.
Café de manha. Topical fruits, granola, milk & honey. Fresh squeezed orange juice. Plus some very strong coffee with a good deal of steamed milk.
On a side note. There is an old server’s trick for over-filled beverages: fix your eyes on the destination (not the drink) and you are less likely to spill it.
It did NOT work this morning.
The view from our hotel. The always sunny and never rainy Fortaleza, is pretty darn wet today. Hence the blog post you are currently reading.
The other view from our hotel. Now. You are probably thinking, “How irritating that there is a construction site blocking your view of the ocean?”
Oddly enough, it doesn’t bother me. I am fascinated by the building process. I grew up going to work sites on Saturdays with my father. Back in Minnesota, I would make my husband drive down 35W on a weekly basis so I could marvel at the (painfully slow) development of the new highway.
Call me my father’s daughter… I appreciate a good build (and I always notice the ceilings).
