Today the countdown begins. There are only ten days that stand between now and me bidding farewell to my beloved Rio. I feel comfortable saying it’s mine I mean, I have lived here, I’ve met so many amazing people and decided to take a few of them with me who I’m lucky enough to call friends.
From the moment I decided to leave, every day has been a small farewell. Jogging on the beach, a look at the Dois Irmãos Hill, a cycle up to Leme and stopping to drink the coconut water in Arpoador. This wonderful city made me realise something fundamental; the meaning of well-being.
well-being. noun the state of being happy, healthy or successful
Today I know that a sunny Monday can be a perfect day for me to read a book on the beach, cool off in the sea and look for shells in the sand (I still do it). I feel there is nothing better than striding out in my flipflops, skirt and bikini to sup a caipirinhas in the bar next to my house. I take with me the many memories of when I once lived intensely as if there was no tomorrow because I believe in today.
In Rio I understood why Cazuza (1958-1990) wrote Pro Dia Nascer Feliz. I understood what Tom Jobim (1927-1994) meant in Corcovado. I lived the Preciso me Encontrar do Cartola (1927 to 1980).
Loving Rio de Janeiro made me take a new direction:
No rush, no anxiety
No strings attached, without prejudice
No pain, no problems
The Rio de Janeiro was pure joy, but now …
“Let me go, I need to walk, I am going out there looking for.” (Cartola)
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