Holiday

We arrived yesterday. I’m still recovering from the plane ride. Marissa and Billy seem fine, though.

I left the hotel late this morning to join them on the beach. The road to the sand dunes is not well kept and once you get there, everyone is trying to sell you something. The weather is nice. Beats the storm season back home. There's still a small portion of natural forest left near the coastal area. The enterprising Brazilians are building hotels everywhere. But the Amazon sea! Oh, man! It stretches forever all clear and green. The river is completely gone. After only a few years. I do remember it. I did a bit of research with Esther, my first wife, on the relocation of tribes in this area. Actually, I think it was a bit further east, but it doesn’t matter. And it all looks the same now anyway. I was so happy to hear about the growing interest in my work. I plan to re-visit some of the camps during our vacation. Difficult to stomach but maybe there’s another book in there somewhere.

It’s close to noon. Billy is on the beach, building sandcastles. Marissa is flipping through a brochure, pointing out old images of lush vegetation and strange creatures. Apparently, there's a zoo nearby that has these things on display. We’ll take Billy there tomorrow. He’s absolutely thrilled about it.

I hope you are well. I’ll let you know if it’s worth coming back here.