Since the last blog, there has been not only one, but two engagements within my circle of friends. Utterly ecstatic for them both, my nine year-old self is also jumping inside, as I have the honor of being a bridesmaid for one of them. I've waited twenty-seven years to play this part, and cannot wait for the two weddings next summer. I also cannot wait for the hens - although I have strictly been warned about midget strippers...
However, one can't help but notice a direct parallel when two of your best friends are now planning their weddings, organizing their mortgages, and you just spent the the weekend before last wandering around Amsterdam believing you were a giant tulip. (that's a joke mum - don't worry!) But yes, I was in Amsterdam last weekend. And yes, I am still slightly ruined now. I am also terribly addicted to stroop waffles (no-one got there presents), but that's a whooole other story. And on wondering why I might feel so bad of late, I count back on my calender and realize I have been partying for the last seventeen weekends without a break. So this weekend I hung up my worn-out party shoes, did my Christmas shopping, and booked my escape to Brazil.
My dream is now a reality, and I will find myself in Sao Paulo for New Years Day. I'll be away for two months, and I'm venturing their on my own. The independence of that is terribly exciting, exhilarating and liberating, and I intend to make the most of every single minute. I mean what could go wrong?! The last time I went to South America I only got altitude sickness, bitten by a dog, and spent every other day getting rabies jabs in hospitals... and I was with someone...
I've been warned about how strong the Caipirinha's are on the beach, and I've been warned even more so about the Brazilian men. And, quite rightfully, I fully hope to fall in love with a bronzed, speedo wearing 'Tiago' along the way. My plans are excitable, if not slightly scatty, with my notebook consisting of lists of things such as "Visit the Snoop Dog steps" and "go to Christ the Reindeer". It was only at my sisters hysterical laughter at my indignation that that was the translation, that I realized it's actually 'Christ the Redeemer'. Which reminds me, I really need to learn some Portuguese.
Apart from trekking the Amazon, visiting waterfalls and soaking up beaches, the one plan I have already put into motion is...dance in Rio Carnival. Yes that's right, I have joined a Samba School (in Rio), I am choosing my costume, and I, Emily Duffield will be dancing along in the 2015 Rio Carnival Parade. All I have to do is make it along to the rehearsals (in the Favela eek) and fit in the brashly colored clown costume. These English hips better do me proud.
Christmas is so close that you can practically smell it. The lights are on in Oxford Street, I'm living in colored variations of the same woolly jumper, and I've already eaten my way through three advent calenders. Two of which weren't even my own (sorry housemates!). This years list for Santa is more practical rather then pretty, and involves things like trek towels, mosquito repellent, and a head strap for my Go-Pro Camera. Thats right, I've surpassed the selfie-stick, and am taking it one step further on my trip - a camera strapped to my head. Spot the tourist anyone?
Tis the season to be Jolly, and Christmas parties are in full-swing. Being freelance means I have a full list to attend this year, and wanting to still be employed next year means I will have to watch the amount of mulled-wine consumed...
Happy 1st of December everyone!
Emily x
Apart from trekking the Amazon, visiting waterfalls and soaking up beaches, the one plan I have already put into motion is...dance in Rio Carnival. Yes that's right, I have joined a Samba School (in Rio), I am choosing my costume, and I, Emily Duffield will be dancing along in the 2015 Rio Carnival Parade. All I have to do is make it along to the rehearsals (in the Favela eek) and fit in the brashly colored clown costume. These English hips better do me proud.
Christmas is so close that you can practically smell it. The lights are on in Oxford Street, I'm living in colored variations of the same woolly jumper, and I've already eaten my way through three advent calenders. Two of which weren't even my own (sorry housemates!). This years list for Santa is more practical rather then pretty, and involves things like trek towels, mosquito repellent, and a head strap for my Go-Pro Camera. Thats right, I've surpassed the selfie-stick, and am taking it one step further on my trip - a camera strapped to my head. Spot the tourist anyone?
Tis the season to be Jolly, and Christmas parties are in full-swing. Being freelance means I have a full list to attend this year, and wanting to still be employed next year means I will have to watch the amount of mulled-wine consumed...
Happy 1st of December everyone!
Emily x
