Hey Mum, Patchie and I are getting married in Brazil in July. We expect you and Rob to be there.
It was a phone call from Darin, Larraine’s younger son who was working in London. He had been looking for accommodation and when he knocked on the door of a flat, the most gorgeous young Brazilian lady, Patricia Aragarno, answered the door.
Rob humorously observed that the most memorable events of any trip are ‘when things go wrong’! If everything proceeds smoothly, you don’t remember them. And in this case, Rob ruptured his Achilles two weeks beforehand and had to spend the whole five weeks in Brazil in a moonboot on crutches, unable to put the moonboot on the ground. No swimming or surfing, hopping around on one foot to get to the loo in the middle of the night, utter exhaustion when ‘walking’ any distance, airport officials concerned that you are trying to smuggle drugs in the moonboot, and difficulty in doing the Samba, the national Brazilian dance. But at least there are a few benefits like helpfulness at the airport, getting to the front of airport queues and onto the planes first. You also get to drink plenty of the local beer because there is not much else to do while everyone is swimming at Cococobana beach!
The wedding was fantastic. The venue was a beach front restaurant on a balmy Brazilian evening. At least until forbidding cumulonimbus clouds steadily headed to shore. It bucketed down but everyone was quite calm, gathered under the eaves and continued drinking. Unfortunately – or fortunately - the bride got caught up in traffic jams caused by the downpour, and was late so by the time she arrived the rain had stopped, the skies had cleared, the water evaporated and the wedding commenced. Darin and Patchie now live in Auckland and have two children and come and stay at least twice a year, and every birthday we phone up Patchie and sing Parabéns a Você.
The irony is that when we got back to Wellington and Rob went to the hospital to get the moonboot off the Registrar was astounded that he didn’t know how to take it off.
‘You haven’t been wearing it all the time, have you?’
‘Well yes. You told me to.’
‘We only meant when you were walking any length of time and then to take it off at night.’
And then when they took it off and Rob could feel his Achilles, beautifully healed, it felt amazing.
ARRGGHH! I COULD HAVE GONE SWIMMING, DANCING, AND WALKING. I WANT TO GO BACK!
A special thanks for this joint contribution from Larraine and Rob, taken from their travel talk to U3A Tawa. It was very much enjoyed by everybody present. 😊