On January 8th, my parents took me up to the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta. After a smooth check-in process and saying our goodbyes, I passed through security and found my gate. During the wait, I met a guy who was flying to San Antonio to conduct basic training for the Special Forces of the Air Force. I have contemplated entering the military, after seeing some friends serve and learning about all the different benefits service men and women receive. For one, it would be an honor, plus there would be opportunities to travel. So that is still a possibility in the future.
Mom + Me + Paps |
Reunited @ Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport |
I boarded the second plane in Dallas later that evening and then embarked on the 9-hour, overnight flight to Guarulhos International Airport in São Paulo, Brazil. Around 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, a little boy started crying some rows up in front of me. I felt bad for him because he was saying how tired he was, but he couldn't sleep [pobrecito]. Despite this, it was a really nice flight.
Boss-Man |
We promptly exited the airport and headed back towards his home, where he was allowing me to stay my first two nights. We had a good conversation on the way there, and stopped in the city of São Jose dos Campos to eat lunch. The scenery around us along the drive was surreal for me. I had not expected for the region to be so mountainous and scenic. The mountains were lush and green, not hard and rocky like the ones back home. Then I learned quickly that the state of Minas Gerais, where I was to be based during my stay, means "General Mines." When the Portuguese settlers were exploring the area, they discovered gold and other precious minerals and resources that they extracted from the mountains to ship back home to Portugal. Cattle, horses, and goats scattered the hill sides as we passed by. The winding roads, altitude, and jet-lag all contributed to the motion-sickness I experienced during the trip.
Célio showed me to my room and took a nap before dinner. He was extremely helpful and kind to me during my stay. From the start I knew he was going to be a great boss to work for! One that would look after his employees or in my case, the intern. For dinner that night, we ordered pizza.
Yes, pizza is normally eaten w/ knife and fork |
Souvenir plates from the places Célio and Carmo have visited |
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