We had the most amazing labor day weekend!
What can we say?
Deplaning in Rio always reminds one that one ought to have packed less luggage; what need for clothes is there really in this hot, humid, delightful metropolis? However, the allure of just one more monogrammed designer overnight bag is more than this girl can resist. Is it too much to wear my new Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress with my DVF luggage? I didn't think so.
We planned on spending most of the weekend at the beach. Plan accomplished! The soft breezes were just the respite from the sand and surf. I finished three books!
The only time we left the beach was to savor limonada suiça and lingering suppers over feijoada--I take mine with extra couve. I admit, there were a few hours spent enjoying the sounds of samba. We joined in after the sun had set, dancing into the sparkling night.
Some people think that you should go to Rio during Carnival. I don’t subscribe. Bypass the crowds and go now. Nights in Rio are loud, smelly, but enchanting. I can't think of a better way to spend a long weekend with the one you love.
OK, I can think of one better way.
How about scrubbing four colors of acrylic craft paint out of the berber carpet in four rooms, a hallway, and one little boy?
1 hour, 12 buckets of water with liquid Tide with bleach alternative, three rags, an entire outfit size 3T, a few tears shed on the periwinkle wool rug, and one trashed Calvin Klein bath mat later, the mess was almost gone.
I celebrated by using two magic erasers to wash my walls with the baby on one hip and This American Life in my ears. If I was feeling sentimental I would have compared my ordeal with the Unconditional Love episode; how the parents featured loved their children through Attachment Disorder and low-functioning Autism. However, I'm not feeling sentimental.
My life is so G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S.