Running, running, the ground beneath my feet drops away and only air is there for the next 550 meters. A short drop in altitude, then the wind catches under the wings of the hang glider. Dehilton and I are soaring over Rio, with Rocinha, the city’s largest favela in the distance, and skyscrapers and Pepino beach stretching below. As we spiraled downward, the people on the beach grew bigger and soon we were running in the sand. Amazing!
I understand now why eagles soar. With this feeling of the wind effortlessly holding you aloft, you truly feel anything is possible. There’s nothing quite like it. If you ever get the chance to do it, for heaven’s sake, don’t pass it up!
Today, I also went to the Botanical Gardens, this big park with plants from all over the world and there were these monkeys just wandering around. On one hand, I’ve always wanted to hold a monkey, but on the other hand, he just plain freaked me out… hence the bad photo (the monkey’s on the right):
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Oh, I am jealous!! I love your heading – “The Notebook”.
Love ya, Mom