missing
If I didn't tell you about Brazil yet, ask me about it. I'm missing it right now. Brazil was amazing, though I didn't realize it until after I left. I had some of the best sleeps of my life down there.
Incredible.
The first was when we were at the Santos-Neves' beach house in Sao Sebastiao. I slept in a hammock on a patio. The temperature was absolutely perfect. It was a moonlit night. There were some dogs in the neighborhood that were barking. I didn't sleep all the way through the whole night and I was woken up in the morning by some guys doing construction down the street, but the parts that I did sleep, I slept. It was the absolute best sleep I've ever gotten in my whole life, and I miss it now.
The second best was the first night we were in Rio, I took my tiny mattress out to the balcony of the apartment we stayed in. Once again, perfect temperature, moon, the sounds of the ocean nearby. A tour bus got back at like four in the morning, so a bunch of drunk teenagers woke me up that night. Aside from that, though, I couldn't have asked for a better night. I slept in the cool night listening to the Tribalistas, a Brazilian music group that lulled me to peace.
It seems like every vacation I go on is better than the one before it, and each time I come back from a vacation, I want to do less and less work. I lose all motivation and just keep thinking about how fun or relaxing it was to be 3000 miles away in possibly the most beautiful region of the world in which I've ever spent time in. And so I sit here, and as I try to understand the challenges of managing a business overseas, I listen to the Tribalistas, and think about how nice it would be in Brazil right now. The days getting warmer, the season winding down, kids getting out of school. Just the thought of it reminds me of how willing I am to leave the cold and treacherous world of Beloit in a heartbeat. I'm so ready. I want to venture.
Incredible.
The first was when we were at the Santos-Neves' beach house in Sao Sebastiao. I slept in a hammock on a patio. The temperature was absolutely perfect. It was a moonlit night. There were some dogs in the neighborhood that were barking. I didn't sleep all the way through the whole night and I was woken up in the morning by some guys doing construction down the street, but the parts that I did sleep, I slept. It was the absolute best sleep I've ever gotten in my whole life, and I miss it now.
The second best was the first night we were in Rio, I took my tiny mattress out to the balcony of the apartment we stayed in. Once again, perfect temperature, moon, the sounds of the ocean nearby. A tour bus got back at like four in the morning, so a bunch of drunk teenagers woke me up that night. Aside from that, though, I couldn't have asked for a better night. I slept in the cool night listening to the Tribalistas, a Brazilian music group that lulled me to peace.
It seems like every vacation I go on is better than the one before it, and each time I come back from a vacation, I want to do less and less work. I lose all motivation and just keep thinking about how fun or relaxing it was to be 3000 miles away in possibly the most beautiful region of the world in which I've ever spent time in. And so I sit here, and as I try to understand the challenges of managing a business overseas, I listen to the Tribalistas, and think about how nice it would be in Brazil right now. The days getting warmer, the season winding down, kids getting out of school. Just the thought of it reminds me of how willing I am to leave the cold and treacherous world of Beloit in a heartbeat. I'm so ready. I want to venture.
posted by Leland J. Fischer at 12:45 AM
