Bread in the Sink

Bread in the sink-

Captains Log:

Wednesday. Hump Day. Third day of our trip. "Fourth-day" in Portuguese. One for the books.

The day started at 8:30am, when Evan woke us all up because breakfast ended in an hour. Good thing he did - after 23 hours of traveling and sleeping vertically the day before, the Denver crew would have stayed horizontal long past breakfast. The swelling from Lauren's travel-cankles moved to her eyes, and sleeping with raised legs seemed to be a successful treatment for Jeff's jiggly tree trunks. 

We gorged on a breakfast of croissants, sausages, eggs and the worst coffee anyone had ever had. Despite our hunger we limited our plates to avoid the "Waste tax" that was in place at the Hotel. After cleaning our plates we changed into our bathing suits and headed to the bus stop to travel to Flamengo Beach - the nicest beach around. Big props to Gavin here, we would have taken the ever-popular-with-the-locals 'thumbs up' as a sign we were doing something right and gotten on the wrong bus...about 8 times.  I feel like we are all sheep and just look to Gavin for direction. As soon as he starts talking to a local in Portuguese the rest of us walk a few yards away and graze (converse) until the shepherd comes and tells us where to go. The group is extremely baa-lessed to have him around. 

The shepherd got us to the beach and we negotiated the price of the VIP beach service cabana down to 10 Reai, or ~5$. The day was filled with fun in the sun, beers, local seafood, and lack of sunscreen for Anna and I.

After we arrived back at the hotel, we showered and hit the gelato place for the second time and the owner thought we could keep the shack open for another week haha. You've never seen a happier entrepreneur - or a happier me. I've said it once, I'll say it again. White Chocolate Fudge that hardens upon contact with gelato should be in every supermarket across the UNIVERSE. 

We followed up Gelato with a walk to a local tienda for some snacks and a few hot dogs. If you would have asked me if ketchup, mayonnaise, italian dressing, and crushed up potato chips would go well together on a hot dog, I would have said no way. And I'm still right. Also, portuguese oreos are a poor excuse for the american version. They have some work to do on the frosting recipe, and the ratio of cookie to frosting also. 

We came back to another night filled with drinks and cards. Looking forward to  meeting up with Casey and Austin in the morning! We just got shushed by the hotel staff for being too loud. Sorry for being Amurican. Apparently my typing is too loud for the guests. Or maybe it's the shouting. You can take these midwesterners out of the midwest, but you can't take the Euchre our of the midwesterner. 

We OUT. 

Jeff "The Cot-Captain" Wulliman