The Flight House

It was a tough week leading up to the Brasil trip. Nikhil was terribly sick with Influenza A and generously spread it to Nani, Neal, Dadi… and others. After sweet talking the United representative (or more likely due to the many miles I have flown in 2024), the representative pushed travel by 1 day.

Even then, Neal was under the weather but we decided to continue with traveling. Luckily, our upgrade points kicked in and the boys traveled in style. Nikhil officially thinks seat 2D is his “Flight House” and is requesting it on his return travel. Neal immediately has taken to befriending the flight attendants and putting in his food orders.

A trip down memory lane.

We catch an Uber from the airport, something that was certainly unavailable during our trip over 20 years ago, and we easily navigate the streets with maps at the tip of our fingers. It makes me wonder how mom and papa managed without Google translate and Apple Maps!

The roads feel familiar and the iconic black and white cobblestone pathways bring back fond memories of our first few days in Brasil.

Você é brasileira?

Definitely at heart! Everywhere we go, the Brazilians are curious to know where we are from. They touch our pele (skin) and say muito bonito!

The Portuguese is familiar to the tongue, and comprehension is there - but doesn’t flow like it once did.