Looking out of this small ATR 72 airplane's window, I take one last look at the Cascavel Airport. Soon I'll be up in the air. I hold my diary tightly and sigh. I feel as if another chapter of my life is now closing. As the plane takes off, I wave.
It's now five past three P.M., and I wonder what he is doing now. As the plane reaches its crusing altitude, a girl sitting beside me changes her seat to join her boyfriend or husband. I look around and see some kids playing a guessing game. The kind middle-aged black flight attendant asks them questions, "What animals did you see on your grandpa's farm? A pig? A cow? Some birds? Santa's reindeer?" After each question, the kids would say 'yes' or 'no'. I smiled and admired the loving and patient traits of this professional. Then, I am reminded of dad's own farm, the waterfalls, the end-of-the-year parties, and of course, Father Jorge.
You're right, my dear friend. Life does go on, and I hope we have a good year and are happy. I hope life will be good to you, Father Jorge!
These lines dance in front of my eyes. Then without looking at my scribblings, the scenes unfold before me like a dream. This adventure started about fourteen days ago, at another airport.
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The bus to the Guarulhos International Airport took about thirty-five minutes from Tatuapé Subway Station which was not too bad. I pressed the orange button and got off at Terminal 4. Only Azul and Passaredo Airlines operated in this terminal. I struggled to get my large carryall and icebox out of the crowded bus. I got a free cart and went to dispatch my luggage at the airline counter. The Passaredo ground staff was friendly and handed me my baggage receipt. Then, I went to the toilet where I rinsed my face and smiled to myself. It was time to catch a plane!
In the airport lobby, I noticed the lovely Christmas tree and shot some photos. Then, I went to the boarding area, passed through security check, and reached the large terminal. Lots of kids were running and playing around. I looked straight ahead through the glass and admired the Azul Airplanes arriving and leaving. From where the terminal was, I could easily see the beginning of the runway. I caught sight of my Passaredo Airplane coming in. Its black and yellow tail were unique, just like a hornet's tail. Just then the Passaredo Staff informed that my flight to Cascavel City would be delayed due to heavy traffic on the runway. So this couldn't be my plane, for I saw a line of passengers for Belo Horizonte City. And moments later, I noticed another Passaredo Airplane landing. Hurray! As the flight was already late, the airline agent asked the passengers to line up to board the plane right away. I smiled and boarded last. This airplane model allowed you to only enter and exit from the back. So, I was the last to enter and first to exit, for my seat was the last one.
The powerful turboprop engines went to full power, and we took off with a forty-minute delay. Soon we were already up in the air for our two-hour flight to Cascavel City. And after I put down my camera, I took out my diary to scribble down a few notes.
I'm already on my way to my hometown, Cafelândia do Oeste, which isn't far from Cascavel. The promotional price is really paying off in spite of the delay. It is better than a fourteen-hour bus trip. Anyway, as the end of the year approaches, I wonder, 'Will I fulfill my last resolution for 2004?'
With such thoughts in mind, I smile and put my pen down. Four out of my five resolutions I've already accomplished: to go to church more, to make more time to spend with my friends, to read more, and to declutter my life. I smile and notice that the two seats in front of me are taken by a young couple. They never stop kissing, holding hands, and she was snuggling in next to him. They remind me of my last resolution on my list.
Guarulhos and São Paulo City are now being left behind. The gray sea of buildings and houses cover the entire landscape. Soon, I'll see greenery and hills. Then as I shall approach Paraná State, particularly Cascavel City, I'll admire the sea of farm land divided into a quilt of squares, rectanges, and other geometrical shapes representing the farmland and plantations.
The flight attendants are pushing their carts for their in-flight service. Needless to say, they start from the opposite end from my seat. So, I guess I'm going to be the last to be served. When my turn comes, I order a coke and get a little bag of peanuts. No sooner than I have started eating and drinking, the flight attendants begin collecting the trash, because the pilot announced our descent will start in a few minutes. I look out and marvel at the sight of rivers and farm land stretching out as far as the eye can see. I notice the dark green blotches of the forests running alongside the rivers. I can hardly wait to go fishing and swimming under the falls on dad's farm.
Everybody now is getting ready for landing. I turn on my camera and shoot some lovely photos of soybean plantations stretching as far as the eye can see. Now I can see farm animals, ponds, houses, and greenhouses. I can even see dogs. We fly lower and I see the city and at last cross 277 Freeway and thud! We've landed safely. The airport is quite small and the airplane finally comes to a full stop. I notice a smiling nun chatting happily with an older lady. I'm the first passenger to get off the plane. I stretched my legs and headed towards the small area to get my baggage. Dad and Mr. Ferreira, the hired driver, wave.
"Hi dad! Hi Mr. Ferreira!" We hugged.
"Hi! Did you have a nice trip, son?" The ride to my hometown only takes forty-five minutes. I admired the red rich soil and the lush green plantations. How I've missed the countryside!
As we get near to the farm, we slowed down on the gravel road. We went down into the valley. I just love the picturesque landscape. The car stopped, and mom was already coming out to hug me. We hugged and entered the large but modest country house. As I got home on a Saturday afternoon, I have the chance to attend the evening Mass.
The old church remains the same as ever. I shoot a few pictures of the manger scene but don't see the little statue of baby Jesus. And it's no wonder, because it was December twentieth. I joined my mom and dad on their pew, and the Mass started. We sang the special hymns for Christmas. Mom and dad said they saw lots of new faces in the church that night. I asked them about Father João, but they said he was away in Foz do Iguaçú City for the holidays. Father Jorge was substituting for him. He was a priest from São Paulo.
As I received my communion wafer, our eyes met for the first time. He had those green eyes, very alert and charming. His face was quite handsome and tanned, reminding me of those handsome actors of decades past. He had a large forehead and short graying silvery hair. His hands were large and hairy. I thought that he was in his early sixties. Before the Mass started, I saw him in his white long-sleeved shirt, black dress pants, a black leather belt, and polished black shoes. He smiled and walked fast. He helped a lady fix the cable of her microphone. He bent down on his knees without touching the floor like a Russian dancer. Then, he sprang back to a standing position. Although he was older, he acted and moved more like someone in his early fifties or even younger.
As we sang 'Silent Night' at the end of the Mass, mom called me over to greet the new priest. Dad prefered to exit the church, because he was too shy.
"Father Jorge, good evening! How are you doing?" She hugged him.
"Mrs. Kimura-san!" He smiled. "It's a pleasure to see you and your husband again." He turned to me.
"This is Kenji, my son! He's also from São Paulo." His eyes widen and he opened up with a big smile.
"Nice to meet you, Ken! What a coincidence to meet you in this lovely little town!" He smiled and he also gave me a hug.
