This week I stepped into
memory lane. As I got into the car to drive I realized that I needed to drive
barefoot. As is common knowledge, driving in flipflops is quite risky. And so
when one wears flipflops, which in my case were
silver-grey-peacock-feather-decorated-havaianas, the safest option is to take
off said footwear, and drive barefoot.
As I drove along, with the weather warm and sun shining, it made me feel so at home. Like I was right back in Fortaleza cruising along on bumpy roads in blazing sunshine (in a car without air conditioning). The memories flooded my mind and instead of a simple drive from one place to another, the journey became a lovely trip of remembering good times in Brazil.
It’s funny how something
as simple as barefoot driving can transport you into a sequence of good
memories, if only for a moment.