Avery and I were walking along the waterfront in the Flamengo neighborhood when we came across a lot of people dressed like the framers of the Constitution. It turns out it was a medical school graduation.
As we were walking by the main cathedral in Rio, we noticed there was a large crowd, TV crews, and a fire truck. My first instinct was the keep a cautious distance, while asking around to see what was going on. Avery's instinct was the go into the crowd and get a picture. It turns out that the old archbishop of Rio de Janeiro had died, and his casket was being transported by the fire department. Avery wondered why they didn't go with the more traditional hearse.
You know the feeling where you walk into a room, and you know you are surrounded by knowledge. That's what it feels like when you step into the three-story reading room at the Portuguese Language Library in Rio.
We were taken aback when we saw a bunch of turds in a store window. It turns out that it's a gag shop with a great selection of fake poop that comes in various sizes and consistencies. I told Avery that they probably have someone in the backroom "pinching out" the samples all day before putting them in a dryer so they maintain form.
We wanted to go say "hey" to Jesus on top of Corcovado, but the train was expensive and sold out for the next three hours. Avery put on his best glum face. Don't worry. He turned that frown upside down very quickly.
In Brazil, they sell boiled corn on the street and then wrap it in the corn husks to serve it. A brilliant idea.
The opening scream to the Crank Dat Soulja Boy song has been stuck in my since my first senior year of college. I have randomly burst into throughout the trip with Avery. So when we saw this poster as soon as we arrived in Rio, we knew that it was not a coincidence
No comments:
Post a Comment