Being back in Columbus only brings one felling to both my mind and body. Simply put, this feelings is the feeling of shivering. I thought the three blanket incident on the delta flight back from Rio would be the last time I was shivering this year. I had great expectations of spring as we headed home. I had remained in contact with some people in Columbus during our brief yet glorious tenure in Brazil. They were telling me that it was indeed warming up in preparation for spring. The very next day after I arrived we receive 2-3 inches of snow. I truly think it is impossible to express my sadness into words when I saw that first flake fall. It was an absolute blessing to be able to seek refuge in a tropical climate for 9 days, drink Caipirinhas on the beach, visit some of the best examples of contemporary architecture, as well as getting to know and hanging out with some pretty swell individuals. I am really going to miss all the bartering for cheaper goods, as well as the freshness of everything: whether it be the culture and people around or the food that I eat. I feel as if I am already suffering from churrascaria and fruit juice withdrawal. I will never forget this trip for as long as I live, and I hope this will not be my last trip to Brazil as I had such a great time the first time around.
