Was it a dream, or was it real? The two of us, making our way to/through Rio de Janeiro…
Pulling off the runway in southern Brazil, watching Iguazu Falls pass beneath the window.
Vivid memories all flight long.
Arriving in a new city, waiting to pull around a corner and catch those first, unforgettable glimpses through taxi windows. Sugarloaf Mountain. Christ the Redeemer. Copacabana Beach.
Taking a train to the top of Corcovado: watching the sun fall low and the shadows of Christ the Redeemer stretch over the hills and beaches, skyscrapers and favelas alike…
Etching memories as best we can…
Wondering what it means, to a city, knowing “We are the hem of His robe.”
Heading to the high points: Tramming to the top of Sugarloaf Mountain.
Wondering about the pain and the beauty of such a city. The flowers, the barbed wire.
Security needed still in Paradise.
There a things yet broken that will one day be healed.
Beaches waiting for sunset. Then waiting again for dawn.
Enjoying the simple things. Like lasagna with a best friend…
We visit landmarks and gardens and non-profits, then we leave on ships.
These adventures happen in such a flash…
Thank heavens for the gift of memory.