The jungle entrance reminiscence

It feels so familiar, so nostalgic, even though it was only five years — the trees, the air, and all people around the city. I can close my eyes and picture each place so vividly, and yet I feel ecstatic when I think about the entrance to the jungle. I can’t wait to get past it. We had departed Corumbá two days ago, and soon we should arrive at Cuiabá. We’re getting closer, but the travel is dragging – it always did.