Guarujá

I spent this past weekend on a beach in thr city of Guarujâ. Lucy has a very wealthy older cousin who lives in Sâo Paulo city who owns an apartment (four bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, complete kitchen, dining and living space, with laundry area and balcony facing the Atlantic) there. I met the man, Lionz, the owner, one time at the wedding I went to with my first host family in the big city. The day after the wedding my host parents and I had Lunch with him and some other cool looking family members. After dinner I gave a little concert and after my performance of "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" the man extended an invite for me to encounter his other homes. One in Guarujâ and the other in Florida..I think Orlando.
My weekend was perfect all except for me stepping on a crab...which isnt even all that bad because it makes for a good story. The beautiful apartment was only steps from the beach...where I spent most of the my time with my family. For the first time in my life I body surfed waves and watched actualy surfers do their work. I was served coconut water from a man with a corn and coconut stand. Everyday our chairs and umbrella would be set up next to his stand and I would watched him vigorusly hack open the coconuts with a two foot long machete knife...thinking..this would so not happen in the states. I averaged about two coconuts a day...after drinking teh water sometimes I would have the man with the large knife chop it open and carve out the coconut meat for me to eat. I had to pull my mind away from the situation to realize that it was happening. Although the apartment had four more beds than we needed, I chose to spend to of the nights on a couch. Why you may ask. The apartments living area had a huge glass door that we kept open at night, that faced out towards the oceas capturing a majestic panorama. When the ocean breaze and song wasnt rocking me to sleep, I could simply open my eyes and witness something more beautiful than dreams.
Sometimes all the new things are overwhelming and it takes a while for me to realize the situations I am in, the beauty in front of me. I feel like I've been on a vacation for the past three months. Its all gone by so fast. Its another seven months until I go home, but its already going by too fast. I feel like I do not have time to recongize all the things I am learing...they're just coming...like all these wrapped gifts are flying at me and I am grabbing them...but they wont stop coming so I have to wait to open them.

Things I've Noticed:
-I saw a group of people outside a Pizzaria eat pizza with gloves
-it's really late and I should sleep