My last week in Porto Alegre was utterly fantastic, though a complete whirlwind. I was so busy with friends that I didn't have much time to sleep, let alone to get pre-emptively nostalgic about my affection for Centro or my
weird
(but perfect)
little
apartment.
with its funky kitchen.
I will miss my occasional houseguests...
...and the results of my science experiment. (I was trying to grow grass as sound insulation for the annoying dripping noise from my upstairs neighbor's air conditioning unit. It didn't really work--it's just made a muddy mess of my windows.)
I'm definitely going to miss the neighborhood: coffee and films at Casa de Cultura Mario Quintana; walking to work in five minutes; hanging out at the simple pubs and lancherias on Andradas; walking among the classic, pastel-colored architecture and through the quaint Praça Matriz. And, for better or worse, Champanharia Ovelha Negra won't be on the corner by my place anymore.
Perhaps most, in regards to my space here, I will miss staring out the big windows in my bedroom on the perfectly-blue days or dark, star-filled nights...
...enamored with the full moons and, occassionally, a moon that refuses to sleep as the sun chases.
On the other hand, I will not miss the shrill bark of the Sindica's dog.
Onward.
Paulistinha
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