Taxi Ride

After a pleasant afternoon in Liberdade, we took a taxi to the airport. Our driver turned out to be a second-generation nikkei Japanese man, about 76 years old. He had never been to Japan, but his parents had immigrated to Brazil in the 1930s and he spoke fluent Japanese. He said he had moved from Mato Grosso State to Sao Paulo city from the countryside when he was in his early 20s and worked at a Japanese company there. He was a nice guy and we all chatted on the way to the airport. At the end of the ride, after helping us get our luggage out of the trunk, he smiled and waved as if we were distant relatives and he was sending us off. It was quite a nice end to the day before our flight back to Japan.