Arriving in Fortaleza

Since it’s been yet another month since I’ve blogged, I have SO much to catch up on. My options are to either write an epic novel relating my experience over the last two months (haha oops) or write a series of shorter blogs. Looks like I’m going to stick with the series of shorter blogs because I do not have the attention span to write for that long. And I’m pretty sure y’all would check out after the first thousand words or so.

Lara and I flew to Fortaleza on Tuesday, February 7th. Since traffic around our neighborhoods in Rio and near the airport is usually pretty bad, we planned to leave way ahead of our scheduled departure time. Our plane left at 3pm so we figured the taxi would pick up Lara between 930 and 10 so it could make it to my apartment by 11 or 1130 and therefore getting us to the airport by maybe 12 or 1230 giving us plenty of time to check in, get through security and relax. It took one hour maybe even an hour and a half to pick us up, get to the airport, check in, get through security and find out gate. Oh and we were flying out of the domestic terminal in Rio so there wasn’t much around for us to do with the four or fiveish hours we had left. And there was basically no one else in the terminal other than the people that worked there. It was very strange being the only two people there. But Lara and I are both pretty easily entertained so, between reading, taking ridiculous pictures and eating brunch, we managed to wait around without going crazy:

what we do when we're bored

finally found this in the airport!











When it was finally time to board our plane, we were so giddy and excited. Finally we were on our way to Fortaleza! The plane was actually pretty nice, and I decided I didn’t despise TAM as much as I had because their airplane snacks are so much better than stale pretzels and peanuts. They gave us nice sandwiches instead! Once we started our descent I was basically bouncing up and down in my seat with my face pressed up against the window as Ceará came into view. Dr. André picked us up and took us to our apartment and gave us a mini tour of the city in our area. By the time it was time to go to sleep, I was so exhausted from traveling and all the excitement.

We live on Avenida da Abolição in Edifício Ellery next to the club/gym Nautico, Beira Mar and the ocean.  At first I was a little iffy about the apartment. It definitely isn’t as nice as where I lived in Rio, but we’ve made it home. Our grocery store, Pão de Açucar, is only a block and a half down from our building; the bus stops we use are within the same distance. Every time we tell someone we live on Ave. Abolição, we get the whole “You live there?! But isn’t it expensive?” Honestly, it’s not that bad of a price, especially since we’re sharing all the costs. We’re paying more for location and convenience rather than the quality of the apartment. It has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchenette, a living room and a balcony:

the kitchen

living room











my bedroom












Our first couple days in Fortaleza included us just sleeping, wandering a little bit around our neighborhood and just getting used to the idea that we were actually IN Fortaleza. Ana, one of André’s grad students, took us to the Federal police to register our change in address, get our CPFs (almost like a Brazilian social security number) and look for a way for us to get internet in our apartment. She was so helpful. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would’ve been like for us to try to do any of that without someone driving us around and herding us like sheep. Once we had all that taken care of, all we had left to worry about was getting our schedules set and waiting for Josh, Lara’s friend from college, to come visit for Carnaval!

(Hope you enjoyed the first of many eminent posts!)

Abraços e beijos!


~ by dfsg1991 on March 25, 2012.

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