KID: 28

"We’ll have to argue that one too and FYI I’m going to win."

Karen ~

We arrived at São Vicente Brazil late at eight fifteen p.m. and it’s expected because we began our eight hour plus flight rather late in the day and most of the time I spent sleeping and resting my head on William’s shoulder. I’m still excited because I’d read a little about this place online and I can’t wait to relive the experience.

“Muito Obrigado (thank you so much),” William says as he pays and collects the bag from the male staff who helped us carry them from the airport’s security checkpoint.

“I didn’t know you speak Portuguese.” Amazement drips in my voice as I turn to him.

He sets our bags down in the car and walks over to me. “That’s because I’ve had no reason to speak the language before. Besides, I’m not as good as I used to be.”

My brow arches. “Why is that?”

“I had other responsibilities, so I could neither take the class nor come here,” he says, opening the car for me.

I enter and he closes the