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 …

Behind the bottles of beer is a chess game.
A Copo Sujo (literally dirty cup) is a term that (I think) originates in Belo Horizonte that refers to a small, poorly attended bar, not particularly known for it’s hygiene. It seems (an I may be wrong) that they’re just about as clean as any of the other Botecas in Belo but they’re divey and usually filled with old drunks. Think of all of those dive bars you know before they got invaded by coolsters in shutter shades but tiny; tiny as …

Took a trip to São Paulo the other weekend for our friend, Ric’s, birthday party. After a long(ish), comfortable(ish), overnight bus ride and after Eduardo violently yelled at a passing car that almost hit him, subtly reminding me to never, ever anger a cuddly mustachioed bear no matter how cuddly or mustachioed he may seem, we wrangled a cab to our hotel. Our hotel was a stark, slightly soviet, utilitarian tower (exactly what we wanted. Just a bed to sleep in.) in a neighborhood called Jardims (Gardens) with an unfortunate …