kites brazil style

"What a Day that Was" -Talking Heads

Well, I'm dressed up so nice
An' I'm doin' my best
An' I'm startin' over..
I'm startin' over in another place

Lemme tell you a story
Big chief with a golden crown
He's got rings on his fingers
And then he walks up, up to the throne

He's makin' shapes with his hands
An' don't choo dare sit back
Now don't choo dare sit down
And don't choo dare speak up!

And on the first day, we had everything we could stand
Ooh who could've asked for more?
And on the second day, there was nothing else left to do
Ooh what a day that was.

There are 50,000 beggars
Roaming in the streets
They have lost all their possessions
They have nothing left to eat

Down come a bolt of lightning
Start an electrical storm
Starts a chain reaction
Go pull a fire alarm

I'm dreaming of a city
It was my own invention
I put the wheels in motion
A time for big decisions

And on the first day, we had everything we could stand
Ooh and then we let it fall
And on the second day, there was nothing else at all
Ooh what a day that was.

Oh a day that was
Ooh that's the way it goes
There's a million ways- to get things done
There's a million ways- to make things work out.

Well I'm going right through
And the light came down
Well they're roundin' 'em up
from all over town

They're movin' forward and backwards
They're movin' backwards and front
And they're enjoying themselves
Moving in ev'ry direction

And if you feel like you're in a whirlpool
You feel like going home
You feel like talking to someone
Who know the difference between right and wrong

And on the first day, we had everything we could stand
Ooh and then we let it fall
And on the second day, there was nothing else left at all
Ooh what a day that was.
(We're go(in') boom boom boom That's the way we live
And in a great big room and That's the way we live.)

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brazil's next wave - clay

the view from brisa's house

nite and day

ipanema

Trinidade

breakfast with a parrot that only likes girls

taking pictures

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.