Travelling to Rio

The digital world left me almost no time for breakfast. Wanted to be on time at the busstation to be able to deal with evenualities. Most of the time, a digital ticket is okay, sometimes they require a printed one. And then you have to find the right counter. And the right platform. Terminals can be tricky. This one was certainly a better one. Every 15 minutes announcements in Portugees and English. Clear signs, clear insructions. At the bus came some confusion: my seat number was not on my ticket. Luckely it was on the passengerslist. Solved. We took off with 15 minutes delay. I set my mind to rest, taking in the landscape. Accepted the meditation of the passing by hills. Found some balance back. 

Lunch came with some delay. And after that a missing passenger added to it: he choose the wrong bus from the same company, still heading in the right direction. Got back to my downloaded playlists and realised, again, I need some new once. Sometimes, I recognised some landmarks from the drive to Pentrópolis. We arrived in Rio with less than an hour delay. 

Inchecken in the appartment was very easy. At the moment I opened the door, I realised: this was the first time in 5(?) weeks that I had a place for myself, not just a room. The whole place. Felt great. An AHA! Thus, I stepped into duty-mode: I needed groceries for breakfast and dinner. When was the last time, I had to prepare my own meal? Do dishes? Little things…