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

I went to the clothes store this morning to get some clothes for my new job.  New job.  My new job.  I picked out a bunch of shirts (I have to wear black shirts at my new job.  Kind of a bummer but at least I can grow that Dan Haggerty beard back) and walked into the dressing room to try them on.  The dressing room with it’s big fucking mirror.  I’ve always thought that you look prettier if you don’t look in mirrors but here I was, shirtless, looking …

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 …