First Day of Spring

Yesterday was the first day of spring here in Brazil. As the weeks pass the days get longer, the sun starts to set a little later each evening. The sun is warmer and when it rains, that too is warm. So, I celebrated the first day of spring with my host cousin and her friends. At around eleven, we drove to a little fishing village about forty minutes from here and laid on the beach all afternoon. We ate corn on the cob and delicious fried cheese on a stick. We played in the waves and listened to funky reggae rock. As the sun become cooler, we headed home, full of sand and sun – hearts happy and stomachs full. A perfect day, for the first of spring. (I could get used to this life).