I’m such a routine oriented guy. I’ve spent 2 nights in Rio and already have my favorite coffee shop. They make a pretty great americano although it’s not on the menu and you have to explain what you need. But I got my guy there and he’s fucking on it. Two coffees, a small loaf of bread, cheese curd, half a papaya, butter and jam. Best breakfast ever. On and R$15 — about 8 bucks. And that’s expensive. I will go every day until I leave.

I’m in Rio and I bought flip-flops. I hate flip-flops. I hate the word. If I break a toe I’m kicking someones ass. Next thing I’ll be wearing a fucking speedo.

it’s been a quiet few days here in Belo Horizonte. Steve and I have spent some quality time together (we even went to the movies, Lions for Lambs, on Saturday), eating meals, giving unsolicited advice and planing and plotting. Sunday we went to a concert (a show - everything is a show here) of a singing, dancing, poetry reciting madman from the state of Bahia (the northeast coast of Brasil - closer to the Carribean and it showed in the music) with Aunt Regina, Uncle Gabriel, Renata (Renata was in …