In 2015, the hubby and I finished our South America trip at Rio de Janeiro. It was our last solo trip before T unexpectedly came into our lives.
I revisited this special city last night when Madonna completed her Celebration Tour on Copacabana Beach to a record 2 million people.
We watched her show in January after Ma passed. It was cathartic, as motherhood was a central theme - opening with the never-performed "Nothing Really Matters," a song about being a mother, and the show beautifully included her four youngest kids.
The most memorable moment during our visit to Rio was seeing Christ the Redeemer atop Corcovado Mountain.
It was raining hard. Half the tour group stayed in dry shelter and we ventured up.
The trip up Corcovado Mountain felt dreamy with fog.
At first, all we saw was fog. Then He emerged and the rain stopped. It was surreal and magical, a moment that reminds me about having faith.
Last summer, M had a near-death medical scare. She could've cancelled her tour but, after a 3-month delay, she set off to complete an 81-show tour that's among my Top 3 of her tours.
When I think about the heavy rain that falls, I can stay in shelter or keep venturing to my destination.
Either approaches, to be clear, are ok.
There have been several moments during the last while when all I could was stay in bed.
But there's also something affirming about staying the course and having faith that things will work out, even if it's not quite - and often rarely is - how you expect it to.
Beautiful Rio de Janeiro from atop Sugarloaf Mountain.
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