I had packed up my belongings again, driven halfway across the country, and stashed them in a warehouse for the holidays. I would move into OKC just before the new year. But first, I was spending the holidays with my friend Vitor and his family.
As with any move, it was a stressful time. I was leaving a lot behind and trying to bring a lot with me. I had plans for the the next year, new goals, and a burning desire to focus on myself.
Arriving at Vitor’s house, I was filled with emotion. I just sat in my car for a few minutes. It was raining out and I was kind of nervous about meeting all of his family’s friends. I was late for the party, but what else is new?
After I finally made my way inside, I was welcomed by everyone. Vitor showed me to where I’d be staying while his dad, Alcari, grabbed me a beer. His mom, Gisele was in the kitchen with some of the other guests.
Throughout the evening, we ate a lot of good food, drank too many beers, and enjoyed ourselves. I tried new foods, learned about multiple different customs from countries around the work, and generally had a great time.
The person whom I remember the clearest from the night is a young boy, Ryano. He’s around nine years old and enjoys doing all of the things nine year old boys enjoy. He buzzed around and he wasn’t shy, which is why I like him. And he was constantly getting into trouble with his parents.
This year my bike is named for him. I hope I can race with the same positive, persistent, and limit-pushing essence of the sweet boy I met during my journey.