What if...?

I usually travel out of a tiny airport that's 15 minutes from home.
All flights go to LA and there's only one gate and one waiting room,
but all kinds of people. Sometimes I catch myself thinking how it
would be if the plane crashed in an island and I had to really
interact with them. It's a scary thought.

Stuck in Washington for the day

Seems like this is the story of my life. Last week I spent 11 hours stuck in Mexico City's airport (don't ask) and today I'm spending almost 9 in Washington Dulles. My flight got in in the middle of a customs mess and, as they were revising everyone's suitcases for some sort of agricultural threat, the lines were huge and I missed my 8am connection. Next one is at 2:45pm...

dinner with the girls

Always great - and we are more like grown ups now... It's funny when someone says "There goes Kats again, taking mpictures of the glasses". Some things, I guess, will always be the same.

This is Burger Bistro, one of my favorite restaurants for a long dinner with the girls. They have this big round table outside, where no one seems to mind our sometimes loud laughs. I used to avoid B&B and I'm very glad I got over it.

I'm flying back home tomorrow.

There was a time...

When these dinners would happen almost every week, Tuesdays, usually. And they meant the world to me. Nowadays, everytime I'm down in Brazil, Igor takes me out for sushi. We go to the same restaurant, sit at the same table, eat the same food and drink the same sake. And, even though our lives changed so much, these dinners make me feel like we are still the same. Tacky thing to say, I know, but it's so true. This picture was taken yesterday, when I found out that his camera has the same specs as mine, but takes much better pictures...