I arrived back in Rio without incident, other than the small dog who whimpered and ran laps in his carrier above my head for the eight-hour drive, and the freaked out bus driver who cut our travel time down by thirty minutes by his erratic driving. There were several incidents of bus burnings in Rio over the New Year's weekend, and he seemed to be driving in such a way as to avoid ever being stopped. Ever.
Now I'm home, curled up against the rain, enjoying the comforts of my home and spending time with God.
I have a lot on my mind...if you think of me today, pray.
I didn' take a lot of pictures in Sorocaba but I'll post what I have here in a bit...