It is impossible to fall asleep in JFK

So much has happened in the past 48 hours I am not even sure how to even begin the first entry in this blog. I suppose I can start by letting everyone know that I finally made it to Brazil, though it almost didn't happen. Let me explain;
Friday night I was making copies of all things important when I discovered that my Brazilian visa had gone missing. After tearing apart my room and completely freaking out until the early hours of the morning, I came to the conclusion that it was not anywhere in my house in Maine, so I went to sleep and dreamed of ways to smuggle myself into the country without a legit visa. My dreams ended with me being stranded at customs in Sao Paulo, or in a Brazilian jail. Things looked grim.
After much more confusion and stress and help from some reinforcements (beloved Aunt Alison) we decided that it must be in my old passport... which I thought I had lost. So we threw everything in the car and drove to my apartment in New Hampshire. WE FOUND IT. After a quick stop at the Court House we were off to Logan International.
Logan was fine, ate the best tuna burger of my life, said good bye to the fam... and then my flight was delayed. And then it was delayed again. Apparently New York was a complete mess and having to deal with 50mph winds. Knowing this I asked the booking agent to rebook my flight for somewhere else, but she refused and told me to go sit down. The booking agent won the award for the absolute rudest person that I have ever met in my entire life, with an extra gold star for a negative attitude. Then all hell broke loose when they told anyone that had an international connection needed to rebook about 20 minutes later. Thanks Biotch.
I ended up getting on the flight to New York and then waiting around for a flight to Sao Paulo at 8:30 am. I found a stranded group of Brazilians and we all stuck together for the night. None of us really managed to sleep, but I guess it was good since I got to practice my Portuguese with them. I made a friend, a girl my age named Marcela from Florianopolis and traded seats with a guy from Argentina so that we could sit together on the plane.

Waiting in line for TAM airlines to open with all of me and Marcela's luggage. It was around 4am.

When we arrived in Sao Paulo it was raining. Very fitting. I ended up taking a crazy taxi ride to my friend Gabriela's apartment. The taxi driver was a little nuts, and we ended up taking a wrong turn which brought us to the wrong part of the city. Oops. When I finally got there Gabi and another friend from Rio Claro, Caina were there to greet me. It was so good to finally get there, and so good to see people that I recognized! We went out for sushi and then went to bed.
So I am finally here, I have survived. YAY!