Ummm…if you didn’t already do so, read Part I or else this will make absolutely no sense. Seriously, don’t read Part I and try reading this and see if you understand what’s going on. I didn’t think so.

So now I’m on a plane to Salvador (well, a plane to Miami, then a plane to Salvador). The perfect reading choice for a 9-hour flight was of course Eat, Pray, Love. Between meltdowns, (I cried…a lot..on the plane…and I’m still not sure why) I read. I was at the second book, India. I knew it was not going to be my favorite chapter. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy it.

Anyway…let’s skip past the plane. (How much can I really talk about a plane ride?) I’m now in Brazil. I’m walking around and just looking at things, I’m dancing to the drummers in the streets, I’m drinking more caipirinhas than anyone probably should and I’m spending countless hours on the beach. And then, I meet a guy. Geez. This was so not part of the plan. But that’s how it happens they say.

Now, I’m not silly enough to believe in these weird romances that happen while abroad. Or am I? Honestly, I still hadn’t decided. At that point, all I knew was that I was spending time with someone and for the first time in a very long time, I was enjoying the company. It’s probably been around 3  or 4 years since I’ve had that type of connection with anyone. But, eventually, I had to leave. And even though I would loved to stay, leave I did. (Yes, I know I’m skipping all the stuff that you really want to hear about.)

So, after 3 amazing weeks, in Brazil I get back on a plane to the US. And of course I’m reading more of Eat, Pray, Love which is now completely wet and full of sand. (Here’s where I mention that I set my book (Tia’s book)  down while I was on the beach and a random wave came ALL the way up the beach and knocked it over. So there was the book…wet and full of sand.) Anyway, I read on the plane and I read when I got back.

And then the book caught up to me or I caught up with it. At the beginning of this week, I’m reading the 3rd section that has Lizzie in Indonesia. And THEN randomly, she meets this Brazilian guy at a party. What are the odds? She’s in Indonesia meets a Brazilian guy and falls in love. I tell you, there’s just something about Brazilian men. Anyway, those last 40 pages or so pretty much summed up how I felt about the guy that I met. The interaction was the same, the words were the same (not exactly the same but just as passionate), and the thought that I was at the right place was the same.

So yeah, what a book! I went from planning my trip to Rome to meeting a guy in Brazil. Lizzie went from Rome to Indonesia to fall in love with a Brazilian guy.

I don’t know what will happen with my personal story. But I will say that I’m a little bit more open-minded than I once was.

Related posts:

1. Eat, Pray, Love
2. Yes, I’m Single…And I Enjoy It
3. Sweat the Small Stuff: Cheer for the Sunset