Bird of Paradise
Posted Jueves 30 agosto 2012on:
Our last day in Ontario was very busy, to say the least.
This pictures is already one year old. We left the well-used double stroller behind.
The movers came and left in the morning. While keeping the children happy, I thought I would have time to empty the kitchen cupboards of all the spices that would have to be thrown away, give to a neighbor the unopened bag of milk and yogurt. Instead, the time went by in a blur. I somehow managed to get the luggage, cat and kids ready before the airport shuttle arrived, but left the apartment in a mess. I can still see the vacuum cleaner lying in the middle of a bedroom and my favorite (unopened) yogurt in the fridge. We arrived at the airport in good time. Though -Can you believe it?- after months of no rain, the driest summer in Ontario in a long time, it started raining as we unloaded our stuff at the departure terminal… Rain that became thunderstorm as we sat waiting to board our plane that would bring us to the new chapter of our lives (2-hours delay).
Our luggage arrived soaked, the kids hysterical, the cat ignoring us (grumpy), and us exhausted but happy. Emotional arrival at the São Paulo airport. Grandparents seeing their grandchildren for the first time. Happy tears everyone.
This flower, the “bird of paradise” (very expensive in Canadian flower shops) grows like grass over here in Brazil. I see it everywhere in the public gardens when we walk to the park with the kids.