Random thoughts on my quick trip up

Brazil: land of quarries and piscinas and long waits in their airports.
I still can’t sleep on airplanes. Maybe I could if…..
that volcano wouldn’t have erupted. The lady sitting beside me was in South Africa studying tribal law and was re-routed through Sao Paulo.
I still can’t sleep on airplanes. Wait, I said that.
It feels weird being home. I really want to go back to Paraguay.
It felt weird that within 24 hours after I was contemplating buying a Paraguayan fruit salad, I was slurping a Starbucks Vanilla Bean Frappucino. Very tasty. Thanks to my bro, it was also very free.
I can sleep on airplanes. But I sleep better at home. A one hour nap in one’s own bed is worth 4 on a airplane. And that’s quotable.

And the last one,

What a heritage! I have a post solely on that coming next.

But first, somewhere they’re making Chinese food for me. Espero esta muy rica!


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