Brazilian Fried Mike

I am currently in the midst of a four day weekend, thanks to the Brazilian celebration of Dia de Crianças, or Kid’s Day, on Monday. Yes, Kid’s Day. Your parents may have given you the bitter response growing up of “Every day is Kid’s Day” to the rational questioning of the fact that parents each receive their own, separate days yet kids get no recognition. The real answer is October 12, I propose we stop this sham and start a revo – sorry what is this blog about again? What I’m doing in Brazil,yes. Well, the four day weekend was supposed to include a camping trip but the combination of poor planning and rain thwarted that idea. Instead on Friday, I caught a bus to a beach town outside Salvador with two friends. We had a general idea of where we were going but ended up getting off the bus way to late, when we noticed the beach in the far distance from the top of a hill the bus was climbing. We got off on the next stop and ended up getting lost in the rural beach town for a while. We naturally thought the sight of sand a mile away would bring us to the beach but it was actually sand dunes which were fun yet even farther away. After a while of wandering we found the road to the beach, or a beach I should say because we weren’t at the popular beach but we found a deserted hang out that ended up being pretty awesome. The cachaça and beer we brought seemed to convince all three of us that sunblock wasn’t necessary and I now have my first really intense sun burn of the trip. We just posted on the beach for the rest of the day and enjoyed the time hanging out by ourselves and messing around. Though, at first, I wish we could have gone camping, the adventure of getting lost in a country town and finding our own, private beach really made for a great day. Flaming thighs included.