Ashley is going to get us macheted....

and so we meet again dear blog..... currently sitting on the veranda having a spot of cafe with my llama-loving friend listening to some glorious latin tunes and enjoying the view of this Brasilian beach. Aline picked us up yesterday around 5:30 from Flavs house. we came back to her penthouse with a gorgeous view of the beach. nuf said. ashley and I decided to go for a stroll, and made it about one block before we saw a big yellow sign calling to us- yes it did say Brahma. so, we parked ourselves down and started to draw our top 5 favorite animals on the tablecloth. I am thinking of adding the Bornean Bearcat as # 6, but that is a big decision as I haven't added one since the Javalina made it back in 2004. still debating. anyways, not long after we settled down into those comfy plastic chairs, we hear, "Yall speak english?" It was Johnny, our new amiguinha from Mississippi, who just so happens to be a big oil tycoon. he didnt tell us this right off the bat, however, so when I was preaching about the importance of the amazon rainforest and how I am going to save it, I am really glad that I didnt throw in how evil the non-renewable energy is... that would have been awkward.... so our brief jaunt at the local brahma house turned into a 5 hour adventure in which many things happened.... first, we had some delicious fried bass. then, Aline, Flavias brother Gui, and his pal lucas showed up. (Gui thinks he is Mathew McCaunahey- he never wears a shirt, I am not sure he owns one.) which leads me to my next anecdote. due to the fact that he was only wearing a swimsuit, I have no idea where he put his wallet, but clearly it was somewhere bad because he got pick-pocketed by a little man that may or may not have time traveled here from 1985. That is how bright pink his shirt was. blinding. One moment we were all sitting there enjoying the brahma and lime flavored cachaça (much better than the blood sausage kind) and the next moment all his stuff is on the floor, and the little man takes off. ironic, seeing as how he lives here and we are the foreigners, but I do hold onto my satchel like a pulgita latches onto a baby pig. anywho, this is where things get interesting. ashley chases the guy and starts yelling obscenities in languages that I didnt even know existed. I tried to stop her, but she is such a fast little spitfire. Looking back, I shouldnt have given her such a hard time, because I suppose everyone needs a memory of chasing a thief through foreign allies, it happens to the best of us. (note- mexico 2005). Anywho, needless to say she didnt get Gui's stuff back, but it really put a spark into the night. then..... the bill came..... our dear friend Johnny the oil man had left right before the robbing incident, but before his departure, he put our ginormous brahma bill on Chevrons tab, so I guess I cant say the oil industry is good for nothing. anywho, after he left, we only had about 4 more brahma... not the 8 plus the cigs plus the food that they tried to charge us for. we were with 3 brasilians, and they couldnt talk the manager into any sense, so ashley McSpitfire stepped up the plate once again. she brought the tab up, ripped it in half, and said that is what we would pay for..... we then got kicked out, but hey, we didnt spend a dime. note to self- do not walk to the left when leaving the penthouse suite, as I am pretty sure someone is hiding in the bushes with a machete waiting for revenge on the pinche americans..... blast. So, we made our way to the beach for some southern cross viewing. ashley jumped in the ocean because she is insane (she thinks it is warm because it doesnt have icebergs floating in it...) and we had a great time chasing crabs and listening to cyndi lauper. dont ask. Then, back to Alines and I slept on a bed!!!! whoa! now we are going to head to the Convento in a bit to get some good pics of old architecture and mind blowing views. The maid is washing our clothes right now, which I feel weird about, but I tried to help her and she wasnt having it. Ashley is yelling at me right now to look at the llama pulling a cart. It is a horse.