Brasil

My desire to go back ot brazil is growing stronger everyday. This happens every year at this time, I call it Brazil Fever. I miss the warmth and the humidity and the intense amazon rain. I remember playing in the rain. Haha what fun! We played cheraids, pretended to paddle boats, it was so warm. I remember staring for what seemed like hours at the lightning that would appear every 30 seconds. Oh and the trees, the trees were so high and everything so green. The water so warm and the people so amazing. Wierd fruit, and the animals so exotic. I miss the sweet smell in the air and the shine on peoples faces from the humidity. I even miss being stared at because I am different. I want to run in the grass and the dirt and play football. I want to swim in the waterfall. I want to climb that giant tower and look down over the city. I miss the view from our balcony and the river I could see from it. I want to hear more stories about snakes and crocs. I want to be sick on the boat and have a horrible time. I miss the food. I miss the market. I miss those motorcycles with the massive sound systems blasting ads all day. I miss random fireworks. I miss having to be careful in the street because I could easily be hit by a vehicle. I want to take a moto-taxi. I even would like to see homeless dogs on every corner. This time I would eat ketchup and mayo on my pizza. I miss playing with the kids. I miss them stealing my camera or wanting me to take a millions pictures. I miss the sunsets and sunrises. I don't want to be familiar with the nigth sky anymore. I want to wake up in the middle of the river with everyone else still asleep and stare off into the distance and listen to the noises of the jungle. I want to swim, SWIM, and jump and laugh and smile and cry becuase I know I am home. I miss those pink dolphins and the razor shard pirana. I want to eat dirty street kid feet and drink hot chocolate made from Buffalo milk. I want to walk down the broken streets and steal fruit from random trees. I want to sing "I want to" for an hour. I miss sleeping in my hammock and having hedgi races. I want to learn Porteguese so when I go back I could speak to people without a translator. But even if I though I can't speak it yet I want to go back. To go back I would brave the snakes and the long flight. I would walk if I could, I would leave rigth now. I miss making up amazing songs and laughing till I cry because of them. I miss the people I met. I want to go back to the beach of Porto de Moz and play soccer with the guys we met there. I want to jump off the dock into the warm sweet water. I want to go spear fishing even if I don't catch a thing. I want to catch pirana and be drug through the river by the boat till my arms burn and I can barely pull my self aboard. I wish I was in the caves rigth now scaring people by kicking my sandals at them. I want to sing my heart out to God and Dance, dance like I have never before. I miss the cool of the night but not having to sleep with anything but an airline blanket. I want to be shaven with a straigh razor. I miss the kids. I miss the adults. I miss people. I miss a place. I miss my home.