So turns out I need to temper my American optimism. Somehow I thought I could will the rain away when I walked home from Starbucks last night. Not so.
I waded back to 2629 Sao Paulo in ankle deep liquid which I choose to believe was strictly rain water, laced with neither sewage nor gutter garbage. When I arrived home sopping and shivering I unpacked my bag to air out the contents. And there among the gum wrappers and flash cards was my umbrella. I either forget to bring it entirely or assume that I did. The under utilization of my umbrella needs to end and soon. Lately when I make it home I look like Rocky post Apollo, moist and black-eyed, only it’s thanks to mascara not punches and I’m soaked it from torrential downpour not perspiration and an ice bucket.
Here are some photos from our night out:
I waded back to 2629 Sao Paulo in ankle deep liquid which I choose to believe was strictly rain water, laced with neither sewage nor gutter garbage. When I arrived home sopping and shivering I unpacked my bag to air out the contents. And there among the gum wrappers and flash cards was my umbrella. I either forget to bring it entirely or assume that I did. The under utilization of my umbrella needs to end and soon. Lately when I make it home I look like Rocky post Apollo, moist and black-eyed, only it’s thanks to mascara not punches and I’m soaked it from torrential downpour not perspiration and an ice bucket.
Here are some photos from our night out:
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