Raindrops at my window

I awoke this morning with sounds of the rain pattering down on the deck and sub-tropical trees outside my little one-bedroom beach style apartment. The raindrops this morning are the perfect size, gentle yet steady, stronger then a drizzle. The sounds they make bouncing off the leaves of the vibrant plants outside my window are just what my mind and soul needed, soothing.   A reverse lullaby, starting my day closer to nature, more in touch to the universe that reaches beyond.   I am not certain if my cloths will dry.

I am preparing to leave for Brasilia tomorrow, Brazil’s nation capital. I travel to the home of the corrupt Presidente Dilma, in preparation to obtain my student visa for Brazil. I am a student again. It feels good to open a book, knowing I must complete exercises A-D on Page 81. The human race likes structure to some extent, more in some humans then in others. I am exited to go to Brasilia; the lure of a new city is always exiting, especially when having an appointment to visit the US Embassy. This will be my first visit to any US Embassy, where I hope to feel a sense of patriarchy. The thought of working as a government official has crossed my mind from time to time, mostly to be a spy. I do believe my system is clean for any examination now. The main goal of the trip is to get my fingerprints officially taken, and send them off to the FBI for the processing of my criminal background check for the student visa. I have no criminal record at all, the DUI I got at seven-teen years old is long gone from my record. It lies imprinted upon the memory banks of my restless mind.

I will also be trying to find a Stand Up Paddle board buyer in Brasilia, so I may sell a container of SUPs. In Brasilia there is a giant man made lake, where people practice recreational water sports. The economy is quite strong in Brasilia compared to other cities in Brazil, so I should be able to take advantage of the opportunity. Finally, on the personal side of life, I will be meeting up with my friend Aracy, a flamboyant, witting girl I met four months ago while vacationing in Salvador, Bahia. I can’t remember exactly how we met, but I think it was at the beach under the hot Bahia sun. She reminds me of someone who lived in Europe in the time of Hemmingway, I could picture her there in those early 20^th century cloths, laughing, swirling wine around a cup, talking about literature, paintings, and the coming of a new era. Aracy is picking me up at the airport, so I am feeling quite good about the trip.

The rain has settled, which makes no matter for my mid-morning surf. The waves seem to have picked up, and the wind is strong, which leads to a nice storm surf session. ‘Victory at sea’ as we liked to call it while surfing Black’s Beach in La Jolla during college at UCSD. A perfect way to get the blood going, burn some calories and set my mind right for the day. After the surf I am head towards the UDESC, the state University of Florianopolis to see what kind of Grad-programs they have for international trade. Then I will get on the phone and try to sell surfboards to South America, Central America and Mexico. Hopefully even a resort in Mexico.

The life goes on, everyday just a little brighter then the last.