I'm in Brazil and under construction

this fancy little blog is under constuction.. when its completed, it will be the most beautiful blog.. in all the land! Muhaha...ha. I wanted to start upthis blog again, after a little pause.. of over a year. since then, I've finished my art restoration studies in florence, Italy... married Samuel, am in Brazil and our son, Matteo was born in febuary.... will fill in details later....

I wrote this a couple nights ago...

So, here I am, we've just finished watching our favorite novella (soap opera), insensato coracao (insensitive heart).. It's getting good. Brazilian soap operas are great, theres so many. Another favorite is Morde e assporte. It involves a hot robot woman and dinosaurs. Its amazing how they are able to combine just the right elements to make it seem so strangely right..and heart wrenching. and addictive. So it's become a ritual. every night. I have to make sure to tell samuel when it starts.. and we'll watch it with his dad... brazilian men are funny. Ah, i'm tired.. tired of doing nothing really. I'm looking forward to getting home where i'll have space to do some painting and resotation projects... and just have space in general i guess... it gess a little crowded in this apartment where samuel and I, and his parents.. and matteo are staying. And not to mention introduce my husband and son to my family... I'm about to go crazy waiting. but theres nothing we can really do to make the visa process go any faster. So I need to find ways of staying sane and enjoying the rest of my time here in sao Goncalo, Brazil.. my son's birthplace.. which is slightly different from my homeland.... Minnesota, hail to thee.
Matteo is sleeping, Samuel went to a birthday party. Despite the fact that Brazilian birthday parties are not to be missed, I decided not to attend tonight. mostly for Matteo's sake.. I get kinda nervous riding in cars here. They drive like maniacs. What else can I say? On the way from the airport on my arrival here, our driver asked samuel, while weaving in and out of traffic, to tell me to pray in my language that we would arrive safely at our destination. Ah...gladly. "Dear Lord.....", I started, "please don't let us die". He had stitched on his nose from an accident he was in a few weeks earlier. I thought I had to stay on my toes while living in Florence, but the Cariocas, those from Rio de Janeiro, make the Florentines look like Minnesotans, which says alot.