Fucking Cristo

So, I am finally in Columbia in this amazing hostel. It is a series of open air courtyards with haammocks and rooms circling. Unfortunately, I am unable to upload pictures with the computer I am using at this hostel. We spent out first day here drinking the best coffee for thirty scents and three course meals for less then five dollars a piece. It´s ridiculous. It is a very different change of pace from Brazil.

In Rio you would just here music all the time. You could here it from our bedroom window. It is so peaceful and quiet here. The weather alone adds to that. It´s about sixty degress compared to Rio´s nearly hundred degree temperature everyday.


Everybody says how dangerous Colombia it is and yes I think at a particular moment in time back in the 80´s it was. But I feel safer here then in Brazil. I thought I was continuously going to get robbed by the ten year boys. One threw something at me when I didn´t give him money. Obviously, it isn´t America safe here. There are police everywhere and soldiesr with machine guns, but in caomparison this is safer.

Rio was also crazy just cause the blending of culture. Everyone was a different color and size. Unlike America where we label blacks: African American asians: Asian Americans and so on. They are just Brazilian and proud of it. And there are not Giseles and Adriana Limas runing around everywhere. The majority of the women are very plus size and they all where the smallest bikinis ever. It´s kind of gross. There are signs on the bus that says give your seat up for heavy people. I think people ar emore obese there then in the USA.

We hung out a lot on the streets in Lapa and Santa Theresa, where you colud drink outside and dance. The only problem is I can´t samba, but I tried and everytime you danced with someone they tried to make out with you. When I would be look, ¨Sorry, no¨ they didn´t understand why. Everyone here makes out everywhere. I watched a helicoptor and life guards pull someone out of the water and right near this whole scene at the beach, people are standing in the water going at it.

All in all Brazil was a lot of fun, but I am glad to be out of there. Even though leaving was such a process. We went to the wrong airport, had to take a taxi to the other airport, where we had to wait in a vestibule (which we could havve been robbed at anytime). We had to watch out for huge cockroaches and finally when the airport open they were giving Francesca shit about not having a ticket out of South America. It was just ridiculous. But everything about Brazil is ridiculous.