And back again

I spent almost three weeks in the US waiting for my visa. It was a pretty good time but I was worried that my Portuguese would take a hit. When Carol went for her visa in June she was linguistically sluggish when she returned. Fortunately, we have a friend named Martha who suggested that sometimes the brain needs a reset and that the break might do me good. The seed was planted and thus the prophecy was fulfilled. I was able to handle some challenges at the São Paulo airport with no problems and then the first night back, Carol and I casually chatted with some dope smokers at an overlook near our house sem problemas também. I understood, they understood and it was all good. It has been so good, in fact, that I'm thinking maybe I should take breaks more often and also, that Martha really knows her shit.