An American Slice of Humble Pie

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Monday, July 23, 2007

the view from brisa's house

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Monday, July 02, 2007

breakfast with a parrot that only likes girls

As we came out of the restraunt we asked this guy with no teeth to take our picture before we had a chance to think about it. He tried to take the picture three times but each time we tried to tell him you have to hold down the button, he just couldn´t figure it out. When we all kept yelling “hold it down!” at him he didn’t really understand what we were saying, and seeing as how this all happened on a village road in Trinidade, Brazil, that made sense. He was drunk and seemed to take it all real personally and started to walk away with the camera giving us the bird and shouting the only English he seemed to know, “Fuck yooooou mother fuckerrrrss!” Fortunately he was just drunk and stumbling and didn’t really intend to take the camera, but he was determined to take our picture, so we got back together for a fourth and final shot, and this is what we got. Decent I’d say, just a little off kilter.

We all went out to eat in Paraty and I noticed the tabletop was covered in white paper. I asked Mom if she had a pen i could borrow and then everyone wanted one and then the whole table commenced to do arts and crafts. My doodle had a story...

“So you see this drunken pirate was looking for the buried treasure in the valley right where X marked the spot, so he started digging but he got hit on the head by a coconut and so he’s laying there now, drunk, and suffocating in his own irony. And that thing that looks like a piece of bread is really a huge land snail. And that isn’t a beet it’s blood. And look at that pinchy!”

Christo

^{Hey I´m here in Brazil. It´s beautiful. Time of our lives. Mom and Winn just went back to Argentina. Brisa´s family are being beautiful hosts. I´ll do my}best to find internet connections where I can post pictures along the way. Hope all is well back home.