So my husband was recently in Panama, where things are cheap. He brought home a gift for my son, a Hot Wheels kite. On Saturday night there was a bit of wind, so we thought we’d go out and try and fly the thing. Except we didn’t want to go too far, and as Sao Paulo is a big city unless you go to a large park or head out to the freeway where all the favela kids hang, parque Ibirapuera, or the beach, we were pretty much out of luck. Until we found an empty lot right next Shopping Morumbi to try it out.
The problem with this parcel of land, or the kite, not sure which one is that the wind wasn’t quite right. As I hear that you want to have more of an open area, where the wind isn’t as choppy (thus why I’m sure the freeway is the place of preference for the favela kiddos). But again, our quasi-2 year-old couldn’t tell that the kite wasn’t “really” flying.
Also, I doubt he would have enjoyed it as much if we actually flew it up high, as you can see he was stomping the kite tail. That and he had more fun running away from mom and dad through the plot of weeds.
His “running through the tall grass” was the real problem, as the weed patch wasn’t just any old weeds, it was the weeds I grew up with in Hawaii– sticker weeds. My hubby had never encountered these beasts before, but they were my foe as a child as well.
My husbands shoes, which are made of cloth were covered, as were the inside and outside hem of our jeans, and the back of my son’s Havianas. Luckily we thought, the little guy was in shorts, so he didn’t get it as bad as us. We couldn’t figure out why the whole night he kept pointing to his thigh and saying “doi doi” as in “ouchie.” That is until we took of his pants to put him to bed…. poor kid, he had a bunch of them on the inside of his pant leg!