Finally the promised final segment.
I don’t have a clear memory of when I first began to talk to Carolina, but it must have been in early 2009. She stopped by ‘flowers’ and left a comment, adding her memories of Brasil as it tied into my post. Then I went by her blog (click link above) and began to enjoy her posts about experiencing Brasil as a peace corps volunteer in the late 60s. It didn’t take long and we had exchanged personal information and began to email about her hopes of returning here for a visit. She made plans, they were canceled. She made more plans and once again they were canceled. Until she contacted me back in May of this year with her final plan, I didn’t really believe she would ever come. And, unlike her first couple of plans, this time she would include a stop in Rio. I offered her a sofa to sleep on and she accepted – finally my first blog related friend was coming to visit.
Back and forth, back and forth the emails flew. She was listing all the things she wanted to do. I was trying to give her input without encouraging or discouraging activities on her list. I did think from the beginning that the list was way too long but it was her trip and her energy; her four days here would be packed. She mentioned right from the beginning that she wanted to hang-glide. And I considered joining her, but visions of actually running across a mountain top and jumping into clear blue skies put that notion right out of my mind. She wanted to do it, had wanted to for years, and I thought she should give it a try.
Starting early on Saturday morning Carol began making contact with different ‘hang-glide captains”. What do you call these guys that take you up and down anyway? She narrowed the list to 2 possible, asking questions like how much, when, how long, do they provide a video, and do they pick up and deliver? Then once the priority plans were made we decided on our weekend activities and that she would call them on Sunday night for a Monday fly time. On Sunday it was, ‘call tomorrow at 9:00’. On Monday at 9:00 it was, ‘the wind is blowing the wrong direction, call at 3’. At 3 it was ‘call at 9’ on Tuesday, and on Tuesday it was a repeat of Monday. And then she was out of time.
Learned a couple of things; there is a wrong direction for the wind to be blowing, and that if the wind was right on Saturday or Sunday we should have made the hang-gliding a priority – course we only knew about number one after Saturday and Sunday were over...... So I guess we only learned one thing – that is to ask about wind direction.
I think, no I hope that Carol enjoyed her days in Rio – If going by my photos of the weekend are any gage, even leaving out the lost hang-gliding, and the museum workers’ strike, and that the Parque da Catacumba is closed on Mondays, we still managed Niteroi, a walk through the Hippy Square on Sunday, bought vegies at the fruit/vegetable street market on Monday, walked partially around the Lagoa at sunset, she walked the beach once while I napped, she shopped in and out of the Ipanema gallerias while I napped (yes I nap routinely), we went to one nice restaurant for dinner, and last but not least, we had a great stroll through the botanical gardens. And with all of this said I just have to add, “I can’t wait until she returns so we can finish off her list.”