RJ 10/02/1988 Wednesday – Leaving Brasilia
I arrived in Rio today at 8am. The goodbyes were sad and emotional. The gang went to the bus station to say goodbye. I couldn’t cry. Me and Gino travelled together and argued. Every time we argue I like him more. We argued because I accidentally burned a hole on his shorts. We made peace later. Now it’s all in the past and I have to look ahead. It’s hard when the past is so good.
I might not write for a while, until I get used to this concrete jungle. I feel deflated.