Burning the Last Year of My Twenties
Aug 20, 2007
Jul 04, 2008
During the day Josy, my gracious host, and I would head off to the surfing beach
. The waves were fun sandy beach break. I would catch ten waves and go in to warm up, relax, and head back out. This would happen three times. While on the beach I did have some interesting `conversations`with some of the ice cream and empanada vendors. One old guy was asking my opinion on which nationality was more beautiful, the Americans or Brazilians. This is obviously impossible to answer because both countries are very diverse with many gorgeous women of all races and creeds. However, I answered Brazilian because I knew where this `conversation`was going. I was then lectured on the proper girl attracting calls and phrases for Brazilian beauties. Itīs amazing how little words you need to speak to have a `conversation`. They say 80 percent of all communication is body language. This `conversation` was upwards of 99 percent.
The weather was great most of the time. The days were full of boating, swimming, surfing, and dozing off on beaches. The evenings were full of music and breaking my hip trying to samba. I I could have only made the weekend better if my friends and family back home were here to experience it all with me.
This weekend was a beachy way to roll into my last year of my twenties. I spent my birthday weekend in Buzios which is the weekend destination for Cariocas (people from Rio De Janeiro). Buzios is an area blessed with a dozen or so beaches and islands that surround a peninsula that shoots out into the Atlantic. Being mid-November the water is on the warm side of cool with an emerald green color. Many quaint streets with shops, restaurants, and trendy spots are lined along the cobblestone streets. Being a holiday weekend for Independence celebration the place is packed. Even with scattered showers during a couple of evening the streets are packed with Brazilians. Being Brazilian they canīt help but blast samba music and dance all about the place. Being blessed with little samba experience I choose to watch and feel awkward. Not to worry though because a cover band of American classic rock was playing, so I headed that way after a bit and sang horribly along.