Day 1
The 13 hour flight wasn’t bad. The cigarette after, in the airport parking lot, was godly. Squeezed in 3 movies (Youth in Revolt, How to Train Your Dragon and the Wolfman) and 2 documentaries. Got placed next to an Old Guy, well below Business Milfs on the hierarchy of people you want to sit next to for 13 hours, but still drastically above the dreaded Fat Dad or Fat Mom. The closer I got to the city, the hungrier I got. Oh God the food. I couldn’t wait for to start the eating binge that would officially mark my entrance into the Ilha Formosa, but I managed to restrain myself long enough to settle into the condo. First things first.
Home for the next 2 months. From my window I can see the elementary school my mom attended. In the morning I can see kids running around and doing jumping jacks like ants on meth.
took a walk around my new hood, looking for first breakfast.
love how this is chillin randomly next to a 7-11. old and new clash everywhere here.
spent a couple hours at the espn office meeting the general manager. about ready to crash now, so.
