Flamengo, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 29 degrees, hot, Sunny but slightly cloudy.
Today I was meant to have lunch at the Yacht Club with Dona Regina and her husband, Roberto.
They had invited both Yasmin and me for lunch there, and we had already enjoyed a meal with them at the club a couple of years ago.
Because of the sudden cold I had developed from Wednesday onwards, it would be impossible to have lunch with them; sneezing and coughing in front of them could be very difficult or even dangerous for them, so it would be best to cancel without putting them in danger.
I sent a message to Dona Regina very early, apologising for not being able to attend the lunch. However, she was still recovering from a cold, so everybody was feeling bad, so it was better to cancel.
This was the disappointment of the day; the pleasant surprise was Yasmin and me working out together at the park. Yasmin had asked me the day before if I was going, if she could go with me, and of course, yes. Although I wasn’t 100% and I had a cold, getting out, walking, and doing a little exercise was good.
A little bit of sun, fresh air, and exercise are some of the best kinds of medicine.
We had arranged 8:00 a.m. Yasmin was already up; I did not have to wake her; she was ready, and in half an hour we were out in the street, going to the Portuguese bakers for breakfast. I’m just having a large, dark black coffee, Yasmin, some toast, and orange juice.
The day is lovely: the sun is shining, a gentle breeze blows, and, since it is a Saturday, many people with dogs are out on the street, even though it is still relatively early.
We arrived at the park, placed our belongings on a concrete bench, and started with five minutes of skipping each, then moved on to the TRX straps, and finally, some elastic band exercises.
Yasmin said she loved it, and I told her that her muscles would be sore and aching tomorrow, but it’s all good; it’s part of the game. On the way home, we passed by the convenience store at the petrol station and bought some sparkling mineral water.
As we were talking, always talking when we are walking together, father and daughter, it is so good for both of us for different reasons; I as a father trying to tell my daughter something for her to learn or understand, or she as a daughter trying to tell me something vital for her and for me to think about, understand, or appreciate.
At home, after my shower, I did a bit of work, and Yasmin studied a little. I am planning for the second half of the year, which begins on 1st July and is only a week away. I’m finishing the last journal entries in my diary, and I plan to revise all blog posts on the website.
Since I have been back in Brazil, I am working much more than when I was in England. I’m trying to be more focused, whether it’s to quickly resolve everything to go back to England or to improve myself by being more focused and objective; I do not know.
I bought lunch for us from the restaurant next door and worked all day, but I was always thinking about Julie and the situation I’ve found myself in, whether directly or indirectly. We haven’t exchanged messages in two days now; for a couple who once exchanged hundreds daily, it’s a shock.
I believe it’s better at this moment. I’m in Brazil, and she is in England.
What can we do?
In bed by midnight.
Thank you.
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Richard
