Dear xxx,
It’s been a few days now since my last post. And there are still no major headlines from here. I must dissapoint you in not having any Machu Puchu-hikes or indigenous sleep-overs to write home about. Yet… Maybe that will come later. But until now, the days have been pretty routinal… Here are the local news from this week, in short. The most actionfilled event: I swallowed half the sea (fighting the board and the kite) on yesterdays “downwinder”, which means you are kiting downwind from one destination ending up somewhere else. The most heroic passbyer: A true survivor of a Great white shark attack. Half of his upperbody was scarred… With the visibel signs of large teeth and a dreadful bite. But he, seemingly fine after the accident, is happily back in the water. Then some (not so actionfilled but oh so cozy) family-news: My sweetest mum and grandparents arrived last week. Happytimes!!! And lastly, no news but a fact: Today I’m having office hours (from the hammock). I need to book my flights for early january when I’ll be leaving Brazil. I am thinking the following: To fly to Colombia and stay there a few weeks (that works for both kiting and culture), then do a mountain-treck somewhere, maybe Venezuela? And then prehaps some more stops on the way up Central America before heading to Hawaii. What to do folks? I should book a few flights now as the prices rockets. And I find it hard to choose which country to visit. I know it is not my only one chance to choose destinations from this candyshop of a planet, but I wanna do it right this time… So if anyone actually reads this and can give me some pointers, please shout. Any kind of tips and shares are greeted with mucho (air)hugs and love…
Yours truly xxx

Yesterday at about 11am on the 11th 2011 we picked up Maggie at the airport in Fortaleza. She’s staying for 5 weeks. Happiness!!! At around 11pm om the 11th 2011 we went to celebrate the fullmoon in the lagoon. People were kiting in the moonlit still-water. We watched. Today, another day out of the water. Hopefully the last… But another day of celebration.

Greetings and love is hereby sent with the Brazilian hot wind to you Martine (namesister and b-day kid), and also to you guys at the surprise 30th party tonight. How kind of you to organize this Kristin, Madde, Frida -and more. Speaking from the three of us (Maggie, Henry and I), we wish we could be with you now, not only in spirit. But hope you’ll get our “telegrams”? May you have a happy happy b-day. And in fact many other happy days. Caipi-cheers under the same moon Xxx

And to you Bruusebassen, now aka kitesurf-queen: I can’t believe you’re allready leaving tomorrow… Taiba baby and myself will miss you. Aloha to you my friend!!! Keep on cruizin.

Right now I’m so freakin bruised that I’ve forced myself to take a few days out of the water, so that the wounds can hopefully heal. But Taiba is a place where nothing’s going on except from watersports… No Eiffel tour, NIKE-stores or Michelain-starred restaurants. And no authoritative guidebooks telling you what “you have to see”…. Well, this is Taiba for ya: People sitting in the streets or layin’ in their hammocks, chatting up doing nothing, fishermen waiting for high tide, kiters waiting for wind, surfers waiting for waves. And people waiting for (slow)food. It takes forever to get served here. But the waiting is not waiting in the sense where you go crazy cause the till-line infront of you isn’t moving. No it’s more like chillin.

I’m inspired (#6) by these “Brazilazies”. I guess you won’t need to be in the buzz of Tokyo or NYC for inspiration refill… On the contrary you can get headroom for creativity to flourish when bored. I’m kinda enjoying it, and wanna remind myself of doing more of nothing also when at home. Meaning nothing as in no TV, no books, no nothing. And when starting to get bored, I’ll be doing that (nothing) for just a little bit longer…

My last sentence in an earlier post: Stefan & Anne, let’s meet up again!! And so we did. They came to Taiba from Jericoacoara last night and the first one they bump into in a remote crosstreet: Moi. We had dinner together and catched up since that planeride two weeks ago. They had met this swedish boy in Jeri, who told’em he’s gonna celebrate x-mas in Taiba with someone whos grandmother has a house there. It turns out he knows my couisins. How super random. And cool. The more the merrier!

Hohoho, and sweet to “meet” you Jonas. Let’s celebrate a very merry jolly x-mas together. Are we prehaps gonna have a meatball-eating Santa with a swedish accent this year?

In fact, dinner for 23. At mine, last night. Planned, shopped and cooked in 4 hours and thereby the recordholder. The menu: garlicbread grilled with coriander and cheese, chicken curry, rice, roasted cashews and mango-salad. The people: Norwegians in one end rose-wining and nocarb-dining. Americans on the other end shotgunning (beer-downing college-style), and the frenchies and englishmen right there in the middle. It was good times, and even better times when the mingling started.

Ma it wasn’t another party -just dinner, so don’t worry.

Oh, and I don’t have any pics of the dinner, so here’s one of two locals who came by today -Renato and Pedro.

A feast for greedy birds… RIP buddy, and may you greedy birds give your turkey-breasts to someone else one day.

On my morning walk today I found:

A REALLY REALLY OLD TURTLE -dead, B.I.G and really old. More than a thousand years. At least. I wonder how the life aquatic was for this old Turtie? And how did he end his final days? Back-ache?

A TINY DOLL -now living in the lining of my bikini.

Pluss a pair of glasses, a worn-out shoe and a used condom. Uhhhh…