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What a day!

Today I made up for yesterday’s sadness with the world. Me, Rosa, Teresa and João went to the Nursery of Chaquelane to visit the children one more time (for me) and the first time (for them). Not even the rain would stop us and, to the sound of Adéle, we were off before the sun was too strong (which never happened today) and had a smooth ride to Chaquelane. Now I know that there are 30km after the left turn in Macia, and next time I won’t be hitting the breaks and looking for a sign from km 15. Between singing, dancing, tea and early morning salad, I was happy to see they had a good time.


The truth is I always wonder and I always fear people may just find me ridiculous for loving this so much… But they did not. Moreover, we left with our hearts full of plans. In the way to Xai-Xai they already got themselves “invited” to come along when Bernardo (finally) comes and sees this little thing that rocks my world. But they are not coming empty handed! They promised to bring along buckets of paint and take care of the (now) funny looking chairs the children built and the empty looking walls. They are soon to find out why this was my worse subject in school…

We still went to Xai-Xai and were greeted at the Escolinha with a super nice (and unexpected) lunch. Teresa got to choose her bed and met her new home for the next month. I truly hope she loves it just as much as I did 4 years ago, especially tomorrow morning as she wakes up at the sound of the national anthem! I must say that this was one of the easiest drives as Joao brought us back amidst fires on the sides of the road and a beautiful sunset.
And now it is official, I just started the final countdown D – 10, Bernardo is almost here!


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Ana Rita said…
sem palavras... mesmo. já estou completamente fã. vou ler um pouquito mais sobre este GIGANTE pequeno gesto e volto a comentar por estas bandas!
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14 July, 2008 01:49
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