One week to go.
The parties have started.
Friday night’s party was not technically our goodbye party, but it was a chance for us to see some of our friends for the last time before we go. It was a blast! It was an expat party, and quite a few of the people there were either moving to Scotland too, or have plans to visit there later this year. It was nice to be able to say, “See you soon.” instead of goodbye.
Yesterday’s party was harder. These were several of our Brazilian friends and we won’t see them again unless we come back here some day. We don’t know if that will happen though, so it really was a goodbye.
We all gathered at the beach in Barra São João, gathered around the BBQ and had a great time.
We roasted in the sun, went through gallons of water, and gallons of beer, we followed the shade.
We also laughed, told stories and jokes, and tried to pretend it wasn’t a goodbye.
Then we showed the Brazilians how to drink tequila.
Salt. drink. lime.
It was revenge for the first time they showed us how to drink cachaça.
Oh, the faces! First the confusion, then the wariness, then the grimace as the tequila and lime kicked in. Hilarious!
Everybody made a point of telling us how much they’ll miss us.
We were mostly successful at fighting off the tears.
Then Brian found a way to work it off with football.
We have been so lucky to make such good friends here. This is the hard part, the goodbyes. How do you do it?
How do you do it when they’re telling you they love you, and begging you to find a way to stay, and wishing you the best while they try to dry their eyes?
I don’t know.
I’m here for another week, and Brian will leave a few days after me. We have dinner plans every night until we leave. Every night we’ll spend time with another set of friends who we’ll say goodbye to.
Bring on the tissues.