Travel Stories of

Prema and Anahata:

Brazil 2004

Stories from Prema and Anahata's journeys

Bom Dia

Bom Dia (Pronounced Bon gee ah) Good Day, ah it is really is a good day.

Beloved friends,

We have safely arrived in Sao Paulo.

We cannot believe the ease of our travel. We arrived at the Kahului airport with our bulging suitcases and a porter just took them off our hands and checked them in.....no questions, no tearing everything apart to balance the load. He bypassed the enormous lines and we were free to kiss our good knight Bob goodbye and have a leisurely cup of tea.It was a Red Eye flight and after five hours as human pretzels we emerged into the clear smog of LA, scooped up by Robyn, indulged with a super lush Mexican breakfast (they did not feed us a thing on the
plane) and delivered to Pat's house on a hill, nestled in rose gardens. Blessed sleep for a few hours and then back to the airport, another easy entry, no line at all, waltzed onto the plane. Varig airlines......lots of fabulous food, two engaging movies and 11 hours later.....Brazilian soil. Well almost. Anahata breezed through immigration on her English passport but for Americans.....special treatment. Since our government is so brutal to entering Brazilians, the Brazilian government has a tit for tat policy. I and my fellow patriots were kept in a huge line with only one clerk on duty, each of us photographed and fingerprinted. Lucky me, the woman in front was adorable and we enjoyed lively conversation. The "Polocia" lit up when I addressed him in Portuguese and I asked if he would please photograph my best side. The fingerprint machine was a little online devise so there was no messy ink to deal with, truly the whole thing was painless....just a little time consuming. and then.....we were in the arms of our beloved Patricia and dear Paulina.

It was 8 in the morning, so traffic was a bear in one of the biggest cities of the world, but who cares when the car's air-conditioning filters out the surrounding smog and the conversation is so lively. Just this week the retreat topped off at 21, the magic number. For Anahata's training we could not take any more, but for the finances we could not take any less. All is well.

Giggling as we watch the brightly painted high rises, orange and pink, flash by. Enjoying the soft sexy sounds of our friends in the front seat chatting in Portuguese.

And then sleep. Lots of sleep. We are on the 8th floor, Patricia's high rise apartment, cosy and clean, her little Lhaso Apso, Gaia, spinning out on the tiled floor.Signed up to IG, Brazil's free online server our emails pop right into our email software without us having to change a thing, We are so unused to things being easy that we can't help but cast a jaundiced eye of suspicion on all this ease. On the other hand we would be happy to accept a change in altitude, considering that pushing the stone uphill eventually has to result in a little downhill cruising.

dear ones,
we send you
beijos e embrasos,
prema and anahata

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