Snow. A word I WILL NOT hear in S�o Paulo, the city where I am supposed to be flying to in about 15 hours or so. Unfortunately for me I am still in the United States, praying for mother nature to cut be some slack and let me arrive safely in a country where winter translates to about 50 degrees everyday. Since the last time I wrote, I have found out who my host mom is, what she is like and have even google-earthed my address.

My first surprise about my host mom was that she not only speaks fluent English, but that she used to live an hour away from me when she was married here in the States for eight years. We have communicated back and forth since before Christmas and she seems eager to have me at her home which I am VERY grateful for.

What I know so far of my living quarters is that I will be in an apartment in the city with my own bathroom and view of Ibirapuera Park. As an added bonus, my apartment building also has what my host mom says is a “piscina ensolarada” or sunny swimming pool. No words can describe my excitement at the moment. All I need now is for mother nature to cooperate…

Below is a picture of the street I will be living on. It seems quiet and safe, which is all I ask for

Location: Home