When we found L’s daycare the 15 minute walk didn’t sound too bad. That is what happens when you search for apartments and schools in Rio’s winter, which isn’t only the coolest season, but also the driest. Needless to say, when we woke up to pouring rain and heavy winds on Wednesday, I was less enthused about walking or biking around the Lagoa.
I got lucky. S was headed to work so he offered to drop her with the car on his way. That not only meant I got a drier morning, but also an extra 45 minutes to myself.
Four hours later, the rain was still pouring down, but this time I didn’t have the option of hiding out. I decide stroller-less was the way to go. I packed up L’s rain gear and hiked over the hill. L was thrilled to see that our afternoon was going to include puddle jumping and umbrella carrying.
While all the Cariocas were busy trying to get out of the rain, we made an adventure of it. We stopped for hot chocolate and coffee and then had to do bureaucratic errands before catching the metro home. I had high hopes of using a cool day to bake but by the time we got home we settled in front of the TV and cuddled through some dinosaur movie before swimming class.
I have to admit, that I was probably one of the few people in the city to be thrilled by the weather. I miss fall and it felt good to slip into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and even break out a scarf. I know what is around the corner: Heat. Heat. Heat. We had a taste of it last week and I decided that until I have to face it, I will take every cool day I can get.