A notebook in the park

The past two weeks were full of travel and good things (and not so good too), and I totally forgot the blog. Is it that blogging is only for the bored and the lonely? It definitely becomes a habit, and it's good to break it to make it better. More random. More surreal. Even personal.

So I went to NY without my camera. Instead, I wrote stuff on a notebook, lying on a park, or sitting in a café, or listening to a concert. Hey, it almost looks like Europe. Great feijoada watching a game. Writing longer streches, longer than in a blog, I think it is a discovery. When I start, I really don't know where it is going. It is like a really good conversation. No?