I left Kansas with 40 pounds of 'necessities' stuffed into an army duffel bag that dad bought out of a surplus magazine of some sort. By the time I made it into Newark, I realized just how preposterous that whole idea was. I'm not sure why an army would design a bag so crippling to the human frame. Maybe it was for bootcamp torture/training, and not for actual missions. Anyhow, I was forced to go to REI, where I selected the largest backpack available. It was on sale, so I went ahead and bought another for the AT adventure next year with the bff. Oopsie. After wrestling my clothes into space saver bags, I had ample room for a bag of knitting needles and a couple of books. Never know when the urge may strike to bust out the old yarn and circulars... There's just nothing like knitting a wool sweater on the beach to drive the men wild.
That's all the pics for now. Today, I didn't go to class. My host mom works at the hospital, and when she found out I hadn't got my yellow fever vaccine, she promptly made an appointment. When I showed up, the doctor took one look at my vaccine record and started writing a list of things I was not up-to-date on. You all know me... I immediately went into fight/flight. I bellied up for the MMR and Yellow Fever, then told a tiny lie to get out of tetnus, and just flat fought the ambiguous syringe full of "combination". Really, two shots in one day should be the limit. The cool thing is, I found out that the public hospitals in Brazil all give free vaccinations, even to gringos. I've decided to get the tetnus shot when I get to Santa Maria. I had kindof a traumatic experience today. I just need a little time.