Yesterday I slept almost all day - why? - because I just spent one week showing a Norwegian woman and her partner around Rio,
Buzios and Nova
Friburgo. It was great fun and I have a high energy level, but they ate and drank me into the ground. (which with the drinking is not hard to do) I complain often that
Camillo and I never go out at night and that we never go dancing. They wanted to do both and I had to say I was sorry but I was
capoot. We needed
Riorose and the
Comandante to take over for us on the night life but, of course, she's not here when I needed her for generating energy and ideas.
The problem was not my ability to enjoy the tourist sights again nor that I am getting old, no,
no, but that I was the one responsible for asking the taxi drivers, the waiters, the shop keepers for everything in Portuguese. I wasn't physically tired as much as just mentally emptied by the need to
drag out of my brain all the phrases the I know. Now that I have had a day of rest, I am also very proud that I was able to speak so much Portuguese and
to be understood. There may be hope for me yet.
GingerV
