People keep asking me what it’s like to finally have Dennis here. I don’t know what to say to this because, of course I’m happy to have him here. But because he arrived on a Tuesday, I have been working ever since from 7:30 in the morning until 5 at night. And so, when they ask me what it’s like to have him here, I have to be honest and say I’m not quite sure. I’m not with him most of the day and when I’m here at school it’s like nothing has changed–like he never arrived.
But ask me what it’s like to come home after work and find that he’s there…on that, my friends, I could wax poetic for hours. He’s been in Brazil for three nights and on each night we’ve done something different: ordered pizza in and watched a movie, gone out for comida Mineira, and been treated to rodizo churrasco by a parent. These evenings have been lovely, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this weekend so that we can have entire days together from start to finish and neither of us will have to dress up in work clothes.
He’s kept himself busy, too, using Rosetta Stone to learn Portuguese, getting around by bus, figuring out the language little by little. He’s also begun tutoring here at school, so yesterday even though my teaching day had ended, I waited around until 5 when he finished tutoring and we took a cab home together.
This weekend is wide open for possibility. Maybe a trip to São Paulo, maybe the hippie fair, maybe an early morning walk, maybe a late night samba bar. I don’t know. But I do know how thankful I am for this afternoon, for 3:30 on the dot, for being able to walk into my apartment and find him there, to hear about his day.