It was three weeks ago now that I returned to the cold, icy hills of New Hampshire, after three-and-a-half months in Brazil. When I boarded a plane at Guarulhos airport in the early evening of December 11, 2011, summer lurked just around the corner. 85 degrees fahrenheit, skies clear enough, if hazed with pollution. Some sixteen hours--and an early morning layover in New Jersey--later, I arrived in Boston during winter, frozen clusters of snow on the sides of the road, my breath fogging in the air.
It's been a while since we've seen an update here, but rest assured: my return to North American shores is not the proverbial nail in this blog's coffin. There are still plenty of stories to be told about my last month in Brazil, including a weekend trip to Rio de Janeiro, special jiu-jitsu classes where I trained and rolled with a champion, food, a jiu-jitsu graduation ceremony that saw lucky participants running a gauntlet and getting belt-whipped by sixty other people, Christmas on Avenida Paulista, food, Dutch colonies, Japanese colonies, beaches, food, credit card cloning, a haunted subway station, more wacky adventures involving vehicular transport, a number of visits to lesser-known, out-of-the-way locales with The Girl, food, and so much more.
So until next time, enjoy this picture of a monkey.
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