This morning when I woke up, I smelled dirt. I didn’t actually pick it up and sniff it, not like that. I woke up, lookd out the window and the smell of dirt wafted up into my apartment. All morning, we teachers commented about how strong the smell was, wondering if it had rained the night before (which it hadn’t) and were practically overcome by how powerful the smell was. We should have known it would mean rain.
In one of my afternoon classes, during a lull in conversation, we all heard a faint rolling of thunder in the distance. The kids looked around and cheered, calling, “Yay! Rain! Can we go stand in it? If it rains, can we all go play in it?” It hasn’t rained–a hard, powerful rain with thunder and lightning like this, in something like 67 days. It’s rained a bit here and there, but nothing like one of these afternoon hot weather day rains. My classroom is shaking with thunder–I can feel the energy.
Today is also the first day of spring. The cantina was decorated with lights and balloons and we got to have icecream for dessert. And so begins the rainy months, whereby every three days or so there is a downpour just as school lets out and I need to bring an umbrella with me everywhere I go. (Which reminds me, I need to find my umbrella.) The weather today is conducive to throwing on pajamas, piling myself into my bed, putting on a chick flick, and eating Hershey Kisses. This is what I call a perfect evening to a busy week.
This weekend is another trip to
São Paulo Starbucks. We are going to leave late morning and go to Shopping Morumbi and sit there all day sipping our wonderful coffee beverages. Maybe we’ll take in a show, do some shopping, eat some good food. Whatever the case, I can’t wait. It’s going to be fabulous.