My ears shut like a balloon when we landed in the hard paved road of “Aeroporto De Belo Horizonte.” The adrenalin rushed in my veins as we walk out the longboard down to the airport. After the long 10 hour drive to “Mantena” it was smooth sailing.

Sleepovers, horse riding, trips to everywhere, etc. The best part of being in Brazil was going to a little town called “Ferruginha.”

This place might be ugly, smell like dirt that has been in the sun for days, but it is one heck of a ride. Literally! I rode horses almost everyday and trust me it’s fun.You get this feeling almost like a sugar rush but it’s good. You get goosebumps, your hair shoots up like a volcano and then… YOU'RE OFF! The horse starts going and the dirt shoots into your mouth tasting sweat, mud, and water. What do I have to say well that’s Brazil.

Enough about horses the second part of this story is the sound of my grandmother nagging me and my brother to be quiet, or watch out for cars, or even to stand still. Grandmothers will be grandmothers but you gotta love them. Nagging isn’t their only quality they also come with kindness, loving, and caring.

My life in Brazil wasn’t all fun sometimes with my cousin working or my cousins not there at all. It was boring. When you have nothing to do you start think of you parent, here, in Plymouth. Then the tears fall one by one like rain. But no one notices because you're alone in your room trying to fall asleep so it can go away but it doesn’t. They just flow like a river. A continuous river.

Now comes the 30th day of Brazil or as you know it, the last. Once again the 10h drive. Only this time it felt like 1 day we stopped once but i wasn’t ready, not to leave, not yet. I could see tears running on all of my family members’ faces. Now I try really hard not to cry but 1 or 2 come out and the we are off again.

The plane ride back was extremely extended. But what I thought was fascinating was the beautiful sky sunset. The colors of red, yellow, orange, and pink filled the now almost black sky making it the best sunset I have ever lived to see. Later that night i saw the biggest clouds ever and thats how I slept.

Arriving in Massachusetts was a relief I knew the second i got to the outer section of the airport i would once again reunite with my family where I would cry with tears of joy.

Then once again my ears shut as we arrived at “The Boston Logan International Airport.” Bag in hand, hand on heart which beating a mile a minute, eyes watching we walk out the doors and there in a red shirt stood my dad waiting for our arrival and to seem as if his face had lighten up he jump like a basketball player going for an Alley Oop. Running like a cheetah i went hugged him and then we were off like in Brazil but it was shorter this time and I looked out the window and said “It’s Good To Be Home”