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Sunday, July 02, 2006

Raindrops keep falling on my head

We have spent the last four days on an island off the Brasilian coast, working between two schools. It was quite the effort to fit our entourage of vehicles on a small ferry, which in reality has the capacity of carrying five or six cars. We made it, as we always seem to do, and with our usual chaotic flair.

The roads aren´t paved, just pressed with sand, and we were just a 10 minute walk to the beach. I fell asleep to the sound of murmuring waves.

Our work continues, with workshops in circus arts and theatre and such, though this week I opted to do more ´housework´, if you will. Which means lots of deep-cleaning the kitchen, organizing food, shopping, etc. I also did a day of childcare with Lucas, and it was really a pleasure. We tied string to his two plastic dumptrucks and took our little caravan to the beach. He is an amazing boy with so much creativity and insight. I really enjoy learning from him.

Our final day on the island, we took the Wipala, our rainbow-colored bus, for a ride on the beach. The weather was grey and the water choppy, but it made the colors all that more vivid. Most of the Caravan rode above, though I was happy to stay inside, having enough of high-risk adventure. We had a local guide to take us to a national reserve right off the shore--breathtaking. There is shoreline and all of sudden the earth rises up into steep green jagged mountains. We began hiking just as the rain began to fall, first in little pitter-patters, then harder pellets, and then the sky just opened up and out comes a drenching downpour. We walked in this for maybe 10 minutes before we high-tailed it back to the shelter of the Wipala.

Still, it was a walk in a rainforest, hence the name, I guess.


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