The Seasons Change

There's nothing more grey than a rainy fall day at the beach.  And there's hardly anything more peaceful as well.  Steve and I spent our honeymoon on Galveston Island on Thanksgiving weekend in 1973.  Yes, the Flagship Hotel was the place to be back in the day, and the weather was mellow and cool and grey and wet.  Sort of like it was today on Guanabara Bay in Brasil.

March rains are expected here, and even celebrated in the song Aguas de Marco.  You can listen to the song and even read subtitles for a taste of Brasil at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3oNSFQVzNM    

As the earth tilts to give the Northern Hemisphere more sun, summer is ending south of the equator.  Fall is on the way in Rio, just when spring wildflowers are popping in Texas.  I love seeing pictures on Facebook of my friends' little ones sitting in fields of bluebonnets.  I could see fields of bluebonnets from most every window of our house in Chappell Hill.  Now the colors I can show you from Cecilia and Will's apartment window are a different kind of natural phenomenon.  Enjoy this sunset from earlier this month . . .

So glad to share!

Tomorrow Dora and I will be taking a bus to Rio.  We'll be meeting Nara there to shop for the elusive wedding attire for MOB and MOG.  Till the Gringa gets back from a new adventure--