Egg On Yer Face!

I read through my blog recently and realised that my titles never actually correspond with the content of my blog. So I should adjust that by telling the story behind this one, as possible mundane as it is.

It involves The Canadian...my mother made him a boiled egg for lunch one day. I guess that Canadians don't really know the concept of soldiers or dipping or even yolk as he took the egg out of its convenient little cup and proceeded to peel it. My mum stared at him in bewilderment. I cut the top off my egg and laughed uproariously.

I am now home and having a few chilled out days in Belfast with my brother. We enjoyed Sao Paulo as much as you can enjoy a giant shapeless city. There was a McDonalds in Liberdade whose sign was in Japanese. We mastered the subway system during rush hour with our backpacks on (much glaring ensued). The most terrifying thing was the traffic, and the lack of indicating. Cutting in front of someone on a highway with only the narrowest gap between life and death is inhumanly common.

Writing about Brazil whilst sitting in a small internet cafe on Dublin Road is surreal to say the least. I am ridiculously out of touch with everything. Can anyone tell me why everyone is wearing leggings and are dressed like 60s patterned wallpaper? Anyone?

Homeward Bound. Noooooo!

It had to happen. One year of pretty much arsing around and avoiding anything resembling responsibility had to end and the time has unfortunately arrived, with bells attached. We fly out of Sao Paulo tomorrow night at 10pm. Fortunately, I am numb with disbelief so it probably won´t fully sink in until I am drinking Lyons tea, eyeing up some suspicious wheaten bread whilst the Angelus rings out ominously at 5:59pm.

We saw the Brazilian side of Iguazu and fortunately no sandwiches were stolen this time. We then decided to head to Florianopolis, an island off the east coast of Brazil, for three days. It was gorgeous, with some stunning beaches and stunning people to boot. We swam, tanned and did all of the standard stuff that comes with beach based culture. We ate seafood which still had eyes and was looking at us challengingly.

I have to do an aside on Brazilian people here - they are just so bloody friendly! You can talk to them in Spanish and they, by some small miracle, can understand even my bastardised version! They go out of their way to help you out and always have a smile ready. We have found lovely people the whole way along the trip but here they seem more notably open and receptive. Aoife and I were running for a bus last night that was leaving in ten minutes and a woman dragging one of those annoyingly tippy-over suitcases ran with us and directed us to the terminal. God bless you Brazil!

So. Home. Even my typing fingers are reluctant to put those words into print. Not even the prospect of ´delicious´ plane food can comfort me.