Leaving Brazil
I stayed for quite a few hours in Sao Paulo's airport, waiting for my flight from around noon until around 11pm.
Time to say goodbye to Brazilian food, Brazilian people and... Guarana Antarctica. That was actually the last thing I proudly bought on Brazilian soil.
After all the hours waiting, time to go to the Free Shop. As I walked amongst all that cheap fancy stuff priced in dollars, I started feeling I was outside Brazil; feeling reinforced by the Canadian flight attendants saying a very friendly "hello" as I was entering in the airplane.
I sat by the window. The plane engines started. I felt I was off the air... yeah, the plane took off...
I wasn't stepping in Brazilian soil anymore. My next step would be in Canada.
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Eu fiquei por varias horas no aeroporto de Sampa esperando meu voo de por volta de meio dia, ate por volta das 11 da noite.
Hora de dizer adeus `a comida brasileira, ao brasileiro e... Guarana Antarctica. Que foi, por sinal, a ultima coisa orgulhosamente comprada em solo brasileiro.
Depois de todas as horas esperando, hora de ir ao Free Shop. Enquanto andava em meio `a toda aquela coisa barata e chique, em dolares, comecei a me sentir fora do Brasil; sentimento reforcado pelas aeromocas canadenses dizendo um simpatico "hello" enquanto entrava no aviao.
Sentei na janela. Os motores do aviao comecaram a funcionar. Senti que estava fora do ar... sim, o aviao decolou... Ja nao mais pisava em solo brasileiro. Meu proximo passo seria no Canada.









