Having flown across the Atlantic ocean from Lisbon, we reach the north east coast of Brazil early in the afternoon. The GPS in the chair back in front of me shows that we are directly over Natal. Still a few hours flying time before we reach Rio de Janeiro. Natal, I remember from my youth as a brand of congas, which I coveted, but my own were bright yellow fibreglass congas made by King. King Congas. Raised on Santana and Osibisa, congas entered my bloodstream at an early age.
From Rio a short flight to Florianopolis, which unlike my first visit, the sky is heavy with cloud, and I can only see fleeting glimpses of the coastline below.
Amigo Jim picks me up from the airport saying, "Welcome to your new reality."
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