Never too late

Time means a lot of things in Brazil. For example, you can never be too late for the bus — somehow, it’s always later than you are.

If I’ve learned anything at all, it’s that time is relative. If you want to go do something, just do it. It’s never too late. There are always opportunities. If you want them and look for them they will come to you.

It’s never too late to start a friendship. “Where have you been all my life, all my gap year” Lexi and I ask each other, deep in conversation late in the night before we head off to the airport in the morning for our long awaited trip to Foz do Iguaçu with Trevor. We have so much in common that we didn’t know about.

Lexi and Trevor at Foz do Iguaçu

We stayed at the Tetris Hostel in Foz. We had the afternoon, a day, and most of a third day to do and see everything we wanted. Our first night, we walked around the town searching for a place to eat. We got fried rice and pan noodles at this quaint little house that opened its front yard into a little restaurant patio. The Chinese couple was so cute, we all craved Asian food, and it was cheap, so we had to eat there. But we woke up to horrible stomach cramps, vomiting, and all that comes with food poisoning. I lost my full day in Foz. We were supposed to go to the falls, take a boat ride under the water falls and into the Argentinian side of the river. I lost a day of travel, a day to see the 3 Marcos, to be on the edge of Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay. I lost the chance to fully explore the Cataratas and Parque and everything else Foz had to offer. I was stuck in the Tetris Hostel like a poorly placed cube that messed up my chances at winning the game. I was stuck inside the hostel, forcing myself to eat saltines and drink water, as it thunderstormed as bad as how I felt inside. How could I have lost so much time over something so small?

But while my bank account looks a little worse for wear, I’m okay. There will be time. Just because my Gap Year is coming to a close does not mean my experience in Brazil is. Maybe I’ll come back during a study abroad semester in college. Maybe I’ll find work opportunities through my new language skills and passions I’ve found for Brazilian people and culture and their environment. Maybe love will bring me back here. Who knows.

Only time will tell.

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