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Hoje eu fui a caoceira-I went to the waterfall fall today-with Fagane and it passed the day sweetly-like waking again at 6.30 am and seeing more of the beautiful Brasilian sky and mata and talking to Mona easily-sleepily-loosely about who knows what because I can´t remember-the tiredness around my eyes distracts my memory a lot these days- I read over my journal entries as another homeless dog got to know me in this soft heat in the Brasilian evening in Muriae- and read my famished road again-and it almost made me cry because I relate bits of my life to the books I read during that time and the Famished Road belongs to Iracambi and Marcelo and thunder like war.. and say goodbye to the Iracambi gente- once the car of them left in Gustavo´s cute little for Iracambi and Iracambi´s homemade bread in the mornings and afternoons and nights with peanut butter and that special white cheese and goiaba and for Iracambi´s life and breath -I didn´t feel it jump me until it hit my throat-sadness an...

I´ve just said goodbye to the Iracambi team for good. Virjilo made it sweet sweet sweet for me-he talked to me-and touched me on the arm or face or shoulder and connected with me-shared with me and let me share with him-as we walked to the bank together in the dying heat of Murie dusk-people still everywhere and kids just getting out of school-filling the narrow sidewalks so we could play ´meet again after the car´as we connected in portuguese. He was lovely. Alexandre tamben-as well-was lovely as he showed me his soaps at the rodoviaria in Murie where we all had met together-and spoke in english for me-the heat and time passing over me and me hardly aware of it passing. Gustavo and Karen came too, and Neia was there with her notebook for me to write in about Marcelos shirt which I wanted-and which they will make another for me. It was perfect-so perfect like so much of Iracambi for me-like dream or a book or good tea-too short and too long and just fine in the end-fine demais-almost t...

Bitter thrist in my throat always. Slipping down feef first, short backs painted brown with earth and mud-feet and legs torn up with scrathes-decoration ´de mata´-cathcing quasi falls by grabbing bamboo branches with both arms raised above me and feet nearly lifting off the ground and the bitter thrist in my throat always-a gift from the palmita like tree we cut open and chewed -and chewed more when it couldn´t kill our thrist-and more until it left us like this-always with the bitter taste of thrist in our throats. Stopping with Virjilho who thinks I´m lovely and me him-talking in portuguese and listening to the water close by-close by and guarded by thick and steep mata-learning the name of the fruit he is painting my face with and me his face in return-and always-the bitter taste of thrist in my throat-making these moments sweeter in contrast. The descent is so much faster than our rise-which was perfectly brasilian-Tony leading us to the path he thought he knew-and us blazing our o...

Things I find strange: I want to stay here and continue being a vegetarian for the rest of my time in brasil- I will eat meat when I travel for my last month here because so much comida brasileira is con carne and I want to experience it all- France is coming up soon and I haven´t chosen my hosts yet- France is coming up soon and all of my French is now portuguese- I´m sad that my portuguese will become french very very soon- I haven´t done tai chi in 2 weeks- I want to write-people -updates-the newspaper I´m in charge of here-and I haven´t - I can see myself here for too long -and I like this pensamente-this thought. I can´t decided whether to return here or not-and would I stay for so long if I did?

One more thing I find strange: .... people don´t leave comments on my blog- .... P.S. Feel free to leave any sort of comment-or just talk to me through leaving comments on my blog...I will find a way to respond.........