Easter Monday, home from school for the morning

So I went to a humungous outdoor theatre show of the Passion of the Christ. That was pretty groovy. The eight stages (each in a huge gravel depression, for sight and sound to carry to the thousands of spectators) were magnificent, and the horses, chariots and Roman soldiers rocked my socks! It's the first time I've been significantly inland from Recife, and it was really nice to see a bit of a different landscape. The hills rose up, stopped being covered with little houses and started being covered with boulders instead. There were a bunch of fun exchangers on the bus (a few ones I hadn't met before too, from Caruaru) I also ended up at the Recife Iron Maiden concert - surprisingly shoddy sound, but the 25,000 screaming, jumping Brazilian men made up for that. What a crazed atmosphere!


I have a challenge going with Alex, one of my good friends here - we're writing poetry every day of April (though I'm sitting at 2/3 days). Lots of fun, nonetheless. Writing and memorizing my faves helps beat the dullness of school. Privacy is not as holy as in Canada, so I often get asked what I'm writing. I've taken to saying I'm working on a novel. It's sort of a fun thing to say, and it also makes me wish I was being truthful. I had the urge for a few days, to make April the equivalent of Manuary. In January, though, I might have better odds for respectable facial hair.


This day, I'm staying away from school for the morning, since I had a sub-ideal night. I had rough stomachaches and didn't manage to fall asleep until three-thirty. In my awake-but-half-dreaming state I wrote that "He used to use his long fingernails (like splinters) to shoplift. It looks bad on me, and now it really looks bad for him". It made me chuckle this morning since I have no memory of writing it down.


Kay, over and out,
Dan