Quick update from Brazil…
It always takes us a couple weeks to really get settled into a place. On the one hand, we got incredibly lucky in Serra Do Cipó and immediately found our amazing apartment and made tons of great new friends. But on the other hand, we are incredibly remote, and this has brought a host of other difficulties. But we’re slowly figuring it out, and we are loving it.
Below, Soleil helping Mama do the grocery shopping…
The biggest crux we had was figuring out the internet. Although the apartment we’re staying in has wifi, it never actually works. We ended up going into the city to buy USB 3G sticks. This was challenging.
People who say that if you speak Spanish you’ll be able to communicate in Portuguese are full of shit.
Stevie is actually doing pretty well with it, but I struggle even with Google Translate. After some creative conversation and even more creative solutions to not being citizens, we were able to purchase the sticks, and they work great in our apartment. Well, I should say they work great for everything except video Skype calls.
I rely heavily on Skype to conduct my business in the States, so now I have to schedule all calls and go into town where there is enough bandwidth at a tiny internet cafe. Not ideal, but the situation is stable.
The final missing piece was finding a nanny for Soleil. We always hire a nanny when we stay in one place for a while. We do this for 2 reasons:
1) So Soleil has contact with a native speaker.
2) So Stevie has time to write. Many people have asked about when her first book is coming out. Well… <hint hint>.
Sol seems to like this nanny well-enough. The only problem is she doesn’t speak Spanish, only Portuguese. So now Sol is starting to mix words in not two, but THREE languages. Lovely.
Below, Soleil with her new best friend, Aris, at the climbing area…
Below, Soleil catching a nap between climbs…
So we’ve been totally digging the climbing scene here, up until my most recent accident.
Yes people, I’m injured. Again.
I was about 80 feet up a climb minding my own damn business when I was attacked by a swarm of bees. In the ensuing fight, I separated 3 ribs on my left side. No, I haven’t been to the doctor. I am able to self-diagnos my injuries at this point.
About 4 years ago I was surfing and got caught inside. I was thrown into my board which completely fractured my sternum in half, and mildly strained some ribs. It’s actually one of my cooler X-rays. I went to the doctor after that accident and was told that they only see fractures like that in head on car collisions from people hitting the steering wheel. He also said there was nothing you can do for that type of injury but wait.
Doctor Google told me the same thing about this rib injury. So now I wait. And work.
I’m bummed about the injury. We came a long way to climb, and now I’m laid up for at least 6 weeks. But I actually feel worse for Stevie. Once again she’s managing the worst patient on the planet. I’m that grumpy guy who refuses to take his pain meds, drinks tequila at 10 in the morning, and won’t get out of bed. Once again she is spoon feeding me sympathy and helping me on and off the toilet.
When she made those wedding vows back on the beach in El Salvador (remember here), I really don’t think she had any idea what she was getting into.
Bless her heart.