Brazil's compass

Within the first 10 minutes of landing in Rio airport (GIG) I discovered some 3G signals here do not have data. At least not in the airport. What the fuck. There were plenty of wifi signal but none were free. This proved royally shitty since the airbnb situation at home still need resolving. On top of that the confirmation info on who to pick us up once we arrive in the Amazon wasn't in the inbox when I left the country. Down to the wire. There I was sitting on the floor in front of the public bathroom by the gate, phone plugged into the wall to get as much charge as possible, tapping away looking for data-enabled signal. Finally one itty bitty meak signal came in just enough to load email. Got the pick up contact. It went dead again. At this point almost everyone has boarded. The only way left to get airbnb message out is to text home for help. Kim came to the rescue. Off I ran to the gate .. only to find out the flight had switched gate. 5 minutes to departure. We sprinted across the terminal like crazy people. Barely didn't make it. Rox and I lamented about how our lives are so dependent on being connected at all times now. The scariest thought of going into the jungle would be no network. That is a sad state of reality. Here we were scrambling to the point of almost missing a flight trying to get online like a heroin fein looking for the next hit in a dark alley. Before this trip I gave it zero thought. There was so much to do at home that thinking ahead this far was a necessary chore. Within 24 hours prior I did take a pause to think about what I want. Yes I'm trekking into the Amazon, diving the coast of Buzios, and wandering the streets of Rio. Every journey has a destination. For every physical destination I also have a mental one. Traveling is my way of creating growth milestones. It is a time to be exposed, to absorb, and to reflect upon the immediate segment of life at home. You really have a clearer perspective on things when you look from the outside in. This is my "reset" button. Colombia was a rescue mission. I was so hurt from all the things that accumulated from the beginning of the year. Call it the Dutch west indies crash. Karen and the adventure crew rescued me, swept me onto an adrenalin packed long weekend. Coming out of it I learned that your real friends are the ones that will do the right things to push you to grow. I came back with more clarity. Or at least I stopped picking on the open wounds. Then came LA and Scotland. The wedding in LA gave me hope. That love is worth it. But don't seek it. Just do what you are passionate about and mr right will already be there doing the same thing. Being around the best of friends there was the best medicine. We didn't have any agendas. We just hung out. Rolled around the couch, the pool, went jogging, did mundane things but did them with the best of company. Scotland calmed me. Its silent beauty, its laid back nature, the timing. Something about Scotland makes you feel invigorated. It was the healing period I needed. When I saw the Robert Montgomery sign "There will be no miracle here" - it resonated deep in me. You have to work for things to happen. I finally closed the chapter of the 8 year relationship in my mind. It was a calm and wonderful closure. The closure also brought about clarity on all the other half baked snafus that came after it. For the first time in a long time I feel truly free. It is a scary feeling. But there are no miracles anywhere that's gonna make it any less scary. I have to do it. It's working alright so far. TAM, brazil's national airline, has a really cute motto: "the magic red carpet". I feel the magic already. Amazon. Here I come. ... via mobile.

Within the first 10 minutes of landing in Rio airport (GIG) I discovered some 3G signals here do not have data. At least not in the airport. What the fuck. There were plenty of wifi signal but none were free. This proved royally shitty since the airbnb situation at home still need resolving. On top of that the confirmation info on who to pick us up once we arrive in the Amazon wasn't in the inbox when I left the country. Down to the wire. There I was sitting on the floor in front of the public bathroom by the gate, phone plugged into the wall to get as much charge as possible, tapping away looking for data-enabled signal. Finally one itty bitty meak signal came in just enough to load email. Got the pick up contact. It went dead again. At this point almost everyone has boarded. The only way left to get airbnb message out is to text home for help. Kim came to the rescue. Off I ran to the gate .. only to find out the flight had switched gate. 5 minutes to departure. We sprinted across the terminal like crazy people. Barely didn't make it.

Rox and I lamented about how our lives are so dependent on being connected at all times now. The scariest thought of going into the jungle would be no network. That is a sad state of reality. Here we were scrambling to the point of almost missing a flight trying to get online like a heroin fein looking for the next hit in a dark alley.

Before this trip I gave it zero thought. There was so much to do at home that thinking ahead this far was a necessary chore. Within 24 hours prior I did take a pause to think about what I want. Yes I'm trekking into the Amazon, diving the coast of Buzios, and wandering the streets of Rio. Every journey has a destination. For every physical destination I also have a mental one. Traveling is my way of creating growth milestones. It is a time to be exposed, to absorb, and to reflect upon the immediate segment of life at home. You really have a clearer perspective on things when you look from the outside in. This is my "reset" button.

Colombia was a rescue mission. I was so hurt from all the things that accumulated from the beginning of the year. Call it the Dutch west indies crash. Karen and the adventure crew rescued me, swept me onto an adrenalin packed long weekend. Coming out of it I learned that your real friends are the ones that will do the right things to push you to grow. I came back with more clarity. Or at least I stopped picking on the open wounds.

Then came LA and Scotland. The wedding in LA gave me hope. That love is worth it. But don't seek it. Just do what you are passionate about and mr right will already be there doing the same thing. Being around the best of friends there was the best medicine. We didn't have any agendas. We just hung out. Rolled around the couch, the pool, went jogging, did mundane things but did them with the best of company. Scotland calmed me. Its silent beauty, its laid back nature, the timing. Something about Scotland makes you feel invigorated. It was the healing period I needed. When I saw the Robert Montgomery sign "There will be no miracle here" - it resonated deep in me. You have to work for things to happen.

I finally closed the chapter of the 8 year relationship in my mind. It was a calm and wonderful closure. The closure also brought about clarity on all the other half baked snafus that came after it. For the first time in a long time I feel truly free. It is a scary feeling. But there are no miracles anywhere that's gonna make it any less scary. I have to do it. It's working alright so far.

TAM, brazil's national airline, has a really cute motto: "the magic red carpet". I feel the magic already. Amazon. Here I come.


... via mobile.