The view from Bar Bocaiúva. I miss you, Bolinho de Carne. I miss you, Marta.

Hey you guys, Oliver’s here, and it’s kinda not fair how much fun he’s having. Crazy food, crazy parties - I think he thinks I live like this everyday. I only live like this a couple times a week. But here’s some pictures so you get the idea.

This is what Oliver looks like when he east meat at Mercado Central.

Carmen shaking that pandeirão.

Matias shaking his own version. Not as hot but still pretty cute.

This girl came up to me at the end of night and shouted, “When are you going …

BCE. Best Christmas Ever.
It started with Matias coming over with a huge pork loin with peaches and cinnamon and tasty fatty bits (he even brought a baster - which I still have), basmati rice and yummy potato salad made by the world famous Carmen Burns’ mom. We ate, we drank, we watched some TV and drank some more.
A note on Christmas in Brazil: It happens on Christmas Eve and it happens fucking late. The shit usually doesn’t end until 1 or 2am with family and gifts and food. Matias had …