After about two hours, Jaqueline took a break from reading and went to look out the window. Dusk was creeping up outside. The birds were not chirping happily anymore.
An idea hit her out of the blue. Maybe she could meet up with Brazilian nationals here, before she went on her trip. Then they would certainly be able to furnish her with the deeper aspects of actual life in Brazil. They might even know about psychics in the country.
Jacqueline was not exactly sure about what she wanted to study there. Was it religious prophesy or fortune telling?
She wondered if her local catholic priest could inform her about the difference between the two. She should make sure that he would not get any clear idea about what she was contemplating; in terms of her future. He might even think that she was demon-possessed, if he knew all the details.