Long Day's Journey into Night

So this latest adventure began while it was still dark.  3 AM wake up call for a 7 AM departure from SFO.  A least that is what the ticket said.  You know the drill, get to the airport two hours early, then wait. And wait. And wait.  Our 7 AM became a 7:30, hen an 8, then 8:30.  At 9:30 we were at least boarding, but the 3 hours we had to make our connection in NY was now just minutes.

When we landed and taxied to the gate, tantalizingly our next plane sat at a gate just a few feet away, but its departure was almost as close.  15 minutes.  We power walked the quarter mile. The gate was empty of passengers but the doors were open.  We made it!  Christopher's luggage did not. He had checked a bag.  I was all carry on.  He is wearing my shorts.

You can't tell it is winter from the weather.  It is 85 degrees and maybe 85% humidity here in Rio.   You can tell it is winter from the light.  It was dark at 6 AM when we landed and at 8 PM tonight when we went ou for dinner.  Still warm, just darker than a June at home.

Our day was uneventful. We got settled in a very small apartment about three blocks from the beach at Flamenco and wandered up the beach to the foot of Sugar Loaf.  Just on the other side, Copacabana beach.  We decided to save that for another day.  Surprisingly Saturday afternoon is not beach time, at least on Flamenco and Botofogo beaches.  They were remarkably empty, though the warnings to stay out of the polluted bay waters may have something to do with that.  Ipanema and Copacabana are ocean beaches.  They may have better water and crowds. We'll see tomorrow.

We have a lot of sleep to catch up on.  Our only Saturday night in Rio and we were in by 9 and turning out the lights.  Outside they are going strong.