Crazy first day of work. I'm working as crowd control of sorts, making sure registered members of the press wait in the correct line to get their credentials. It was a strenuous six hours, mentally. I was constantly switching between Spanish, English, French and Portuñol (my Portuguese isn't good enough on its own, so I blend in Spanish). It was exhausting.
After work, we ate a little and took a bus to Pão de Açúcar. Here's how tired I was: I fell asleep on the bus. Fortunately, my new Venezuelan friend was the first one to fall asleep and first to wake up, so she woke up with enough time to wake the rest of us and get off the bus.
The view from Pão de Açúcar was amazing. We arrived as the sun was setting and even ran into the rest of our group, who had arrived earlier. It was a lovely coincidence to see everyone together.
The way back was quite long and complicated. It didn't seem that there was a direct bus home from Pão de Açúcar, so we walked from one stop to the next trying to find a bus that would take us somewhere we could transfer. Each stop was a fail. Two older ladies were able to tell us what bus to take and we waited and waited and waited. We finally saw it- across the street. We were so desperate, we ran across the street and waved at the driver, hoping he would have mercy and open the doors away from the stop. He was. We finally got to relax. In fact, we relaxed so much, that we reached the end of the line. The bus stopped at a red light and we kept talking among ourselves. It wasn't until the fare collector got our attention that we realized it was the last stop and we needed to get off. Oops.
The wait at the transfer stop was also long. We spoke with a lovely old man who kept encouraging us that the bus would come even though for half an hour, our line was the only one to not come. We finally made it back though.
We're going to Christ the Redeemer tonight, but we'll get back late, therefore I'll write about that later since I have to wake up super early.
Día loco de trabajo. Mi trabajo es arreglar las filas de periodistas registrados por idioma para que reciben sus credenciales. Eran unas seis horas difíciles, mentalmente. Constantemente, estuve cambiando entre el inglés, español, francés y portuñol (ya que mi portugués no es muy bueno solito, lo mezclo). Era cansado.
Después de trabajar, comimos y tomamos camión a Pão de Açúcar. Estuvimos tan cansadas, que nos dormimos en el camión. Gracias a Dios, la primera en dormirse era la primera en despertarse, entonces nos despertó con tiempo para la parada.
La vista desde Pão de Açúcar era increible. Llegamos justo cuando se bajaba el sol y hasta que nos encontramos con los demás del grupo, quienes habían llegando más temprano. Era una coincidencia muy linda para ver a todas juntos.
El regreso era largo y complicado. No parecía que hubo camión directo a nuestro hospedaje de Pão de Açúcar, entonces caminamos de parada a parada buscando una con transferencia a un camión a nuestra parroquia. Dos señoras nos ayudaron en decir cuál camión necesitábamos mientras esperábamos y esperábamos. Finalmente, lo vimos, pero a punto de dar vuelta a otra calle. Éramos tan desesperadas, que corrimos para cruzar la calle y señalamos al conductor, rezando que nos abriera la perra en plena calle. Lo hizo. Finalmente descansamos un poco. Descansamos tanto, que llegamos hasta la última parada. El camión se paró en la luz roja y seguimos platicando. No era hasta que el conductor se paró y nos dijo que nos dimos cuenta que teníamos que bajar allí. Oops.
La espera para el segundo camión también era larga. Platicamos con un hombre lindo que nos aseguraba que el camión llegaría, aunque estuvimos allí por media hora y nuestro camión era el único que no pasó. Finalmente, llegamos.
Vamos a Cristo Redentor en la noche, pero llegaremos tarde, así que mañana escribo sobre eso como tengo que madrugar.
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