Park Observation
Vinicius Park
I
want to get out of the apartment today. I just can’t seem to concentrate on a
computer screen any longer. I realized today that I can’t concentrate on the
computer screen any longer; I need to get out of this apartment for change of
scenery. With no time limit on my excursion, I leave the man cave and buy a notebook
from across the street and find my way to a park. Our manager has shown Adriel
and me the park before but what I didn’t realize was the size of the park till
I arrived. The park is maintained but not well. The ruggedness seems to add to
the exotic feel of the experience. I sit down on some stops and start writing.
I start writing different blog entries, but can’t help noticing the activity in
the park. All around me, people are engaging in different activities. Behind me
on the sidewalk surrounding the park, runners, walkers, joggers, hobblers and
skippers all pass frequently. In front of me and up the hill, others are using
the parks exercising equipment trying to relieve stress after work. On a path
at the bottom of the hill, people pass while walking their dogs. There are
mostly little small and medium small dogs, perfect for the living in the
apartment complexes of São Paulo. All are off their leash. One particular man
grabs my attention. He comes down the steps behind me with a small pink bicycle
in his hand. His daughter follows right behind, too occupied by the melting ice
cream bar in hear hand to finish making it down the steps. The father stops at
the bottom, puts the bike down and turns to look at his daughter. I can’t help
but smile as I see this little girl notice her father and quickly catch up;
upon arrival, her attention quickly returns to the dripping ice cream.
After writing for a time, I decide it’s time to explore more of the park.
Adriel finds me and after a quick chat, he joins the army of runners circling
the park. I get up off the steps and follow the path oat the bottom of the
hill. More dogs are running through the short grass and chasing each other
around palm trees. The trees in the park are different than the ones I am used
to back home. Many of the trunks are thin in comparison to Douglas firs that surrounded
the house I grew up in. These trees remind me of a tropical version of those
you find on an African safari with Palm trees in between. Walking through the
park, I find and old skating area that’s been flooded by the current record
amount of rain São Paulo has experienced over the last few months. I start to
write again when I hear splashing coming from the huge puddle. A dog has found
the water and is taking full advantage of the water. It immediately reminds me
of my dog back home who seems to never pass up an opportunity to get wet.
Another daddy-daughter duo passes by me. This time the Dad’s about 55 years old
with a daughter in her late teens. They must be training for something because
as they pass, I hear the daughter ask if they could slow down and walk. Without
a change of rhythm, I hear the dad saying words of encouragement to the
daughter as the two jog away. Truly there is beauty everywhere if you take the
time to notice.
I
want to get out of the apartment today. I just can’t seem to concentrate on a
computer screen any longer. I realized today that I can’t concentrate on the
computer screen any longer; I need to get out of this apartment for change of
scenery. With no time limit on my excursion, I leave the man cave and buy a notebook
from across the street and find my way to a park. Our manager has shown Adriel
and me the park before but what I didn’t realize was the size of the park till
I arrived. The park is maintained but not well. The ruggedness seems to add to
the exotic feel of the experience. I sit down on some stops and start writing.
I start writing different blog entries, but can’t help noticing the activity in
the park. All around me, people are engaging in different activities. Behind me
on the sidewalk surrounding the park, runners, walkers, joggers, hobblers and
skippers all pass frequently. In front of me and up the hill, others are using
the parks exercising equipment trying to relieve stress after work. On a path
at the bottom of the hill, people pass while walking their dogs. There are
mostly little small and medium small dogs, perfect for the living in the
apartment complexes of São Paulo. All are off their leash. One particular man
grabs my attention. He comes down the steps behind me with a small pink bicycle
in his hand. His daughter follows right behind, too occupied by the melting ice
cream bar in hear hand to finish making it down the steps. The father stops at
the bottom, puts the bike down and turns to look at his daughter. I can’t help
but smile as I see this little girl notice her father and quickly catch up;
upon arrival, her attention quickly returns to the dripping ice cream. 
After writing for a time, I decide it’s time to explore more of the park.
Adriel finds me and after a quick chat, he joins the army of runners circling
the park. I get up off the steps and follow the path oat the bottom of the
hill. More dogs are running through the short grass and chasing each other
around palm trees. The trees in the park are different than the ones I am used
to back home. Many of the trunks are thin in comparison to Douglas firs that surrounded
the house I grew up in. These trees remind me of a tropical version of those
you find on an African safari with Palm trees in between. Walking through the
park, I find and old skating area that’s been flooded by the current record
amount of rain São Paulo has experienced over the last few months. I start to
write again when I hear splashing coming from the huge puddle. A dog has found
the water and is taking full advantage of the water. It immediately reminds me
of my dog back home who seems to never pass up an opportunity to get wet.
Another daddy-daughter duo passes by me. This time the Dad’s about 55 years old
with a daughter in her late teens. They must be training for something because
as they pass, I hear the daughter ask if they could slow down and walk. Without
a change of rhythm, I hear the dad saying words of encouragement to the
daughter as the two jog away. Truly there is beauty everywhere if you take the
time to notice.
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