As of today, it has been exactly 26 days, 4 days shy of 1 month, since I first stepped foot on Brazilian soil (which is in fact red not brown). During this short time, I have experienced more than I could have possibly imagined. But before I go too far into the wonders of Brazil, I have to clarify something.
My first blog, though truthfully written during my flight, was posted quite after the fact, as I only decided to start a blog yesterday (the 16th of August) and I arrived in Brazil on the 22nd of July.
Fortunately however, I have been keeping a daily record of my personal experiences, excursions, thoughts and feelings throughout my time here, which I will post soon and then begin posting a new blog weekly.
What I also think needs clarification, is the reason why I have decided to – as I stated in my first blog – leave everyone and everything I have ever known to spend one year alone on an entirely different continent.
For those of you who don’t know,
my name is Jessica Danielle
and I am an International Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Prologue
Everybody has a story.
At least one story,
that could silence a room and dare walls to talk.
Tales of great adventure, triumph and love;
and tales of great trial, error and heartache.
I hope that someday soon, I too will have such a story.
A story
that will allow me to appreciate the complexities of other great stories,
and in turn the complexities of life itself,
a story
that will lift my spirits because of the feeling of immense fulfilment it brings,
which could only come from immense achievement,
and finally, a story
that has the ability to reach into the deeps of the human soul,
touch their hearts,
and inspire others to dream and live out their own great story.
At this very moment, I am flying.
In both the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.
Literately, I am traveling from my home in Canada to exotic and beautiful Brazil.
Metaphorically, I’m overjoyed and overly calm for the amazing adventure awaiting me.
As I land in Sao Paulo,
I will leave behind my home, my country, my language, my school, my work, my family, my friends, my dog and everyone and everything I have ever known,
for one entire year.
For one entire year,
I am being completely displaced in a Brazilian journey of my own.
I don’t know how it will end, or even how it will begin,
all I know is that this,
is my story.
At least one story,
that could silence a room and dare walls to talk.
Tales of great adventure, triumph and love;
and tales of great trial, error and heartache.
I hope that someday soon, I too will have such a story.
A story
that will allow me to appreciate the complexities of other great stories,
and in turn the complexities of life itself,
a story
that will lift my spirits because of the feeling of immense fulfilment it brings,
which could only come from immense achievement,
and finally, a story
that has the ability to reach into the deeps of the human soul,
touch their hearts,
and inspire others to dream and live out their own great story.
At this very moment, I am flying.
In both the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.
Literately, I am traveling from my home in Canada to exotic and beautiful Brazil.
Metaphorically, I’m overjoyed and overly calm for the amazing adventure awaiting me.
As I land in Sao Paulo,
I will leave behind my home, my country, my language, my school, my work, my family, my friends, my dog and everyone and everything I have ever known,
for one entire year.
For one entire year,
I am being completely displaced in a Brazilian journey of my own.
I don’t know how it will end, or even how it will begin,
all I know is that this,
is my story.
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