Baseball Stadium trip Game 5- Wrigley Field Chicago Cubs

 It was an afternoon game so we didn’t really have to get there at noon, but we did. We had to walk around, had to take it in for as long as we could. This stadium had had so many great players on its field. They likely walked were we did at some point. We were a part of the history now, we had placed foot to concrete. We took a couple rounds the park walks to take it all in. The smells of grilled onions and brats, the hawkers selling peanuts, the random pre-game announcements. I broke away and called my dad as I was walking around. It was pretty emotional; we had tossed around a ball for years, now I was in one of the places it had all started! It’s a favorite moment to think back on, there were lots of pauses, we both likely teared up a bit. I composed myself enough to get a brat, eat it in the right field bleachers with a beer. That’s all I needed.

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We were front row bleachers that day and as we found out, you really want to be about three people in on the front rows. They have a security guys stand at certain markings so if you are first seat, first row, you have zero view. We found out just in time to get people to move over a bit but the security guy was indeed a dick about it. He wasn’t there to discuss this, you need to move over, my position is here. We felt he could lean on the other rail instead of directly in front of us is all. A call out to the bleachers we found a bit of room, shove down, a bit more, ok! We caught a glimpse of Sammy Sosa who was on a hitting streak but was on the DL today. Toenail thing, a foul off the foot. It was yet another good day for baseball in Chicago.

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When leaving we got a Right Field Bleachers shirts and discovered we had been parked  in. We literally had to wait for someone to leave and even then, it was expert back and forth with some good fellows directing us outside. Surrounded by cars on all sides.

You guys are in the Cubs lot, they stay the whole game and then some! Yup most people may leave their cars overnight, too, yeah. Ha-ha’ he cackled.

We had to thank him profusely as he spent 5 min helping us get out. Back up an inch at a time, a few inches forward, then back… But on the other hand, he wasn’t doing much, that beer in his hand wasn’t going to drink itself, you know. He’s the man for that job.

We arrived in Oklahoma City about 7-8 am the next morning. We pulled into a truck stop for gas and encountered some ladies of the night, they were working the scene. They said hello first and asked where we were coming from, sort of gas filling up small talk that happens in smaller towns. Then one of them came out with it and asked if we are partying, if we want to party with them. Nah, pass on that. I don’t think they were too either way, pretty or ugly. It cannot say I’ve encountered prostitutes who propositioned me in a gas station before or since.

A short time later I was back in Denton’s warm embrace.



Baseball Stadium trip Homestretch- no game Canada to Chicago

Again we were stopped and searched at the US border; again we left our ticket stubs out so they’d see a pattern to our trip. I knew they felt we had grass, why else do you drive up from Texas? Oh to see the Blue Jays? Yeah we are going to need a moment to search your car. They too enjoyed our road signs. We were telling the truth, and it sucks to not be trusted at the border by your own country. I’d heard about a border crossing into Canada that just has a phone, you call someone and tell them you are coming in or leaving? There could be a lot more trust between us is all.

We had one more day to kill before our Cubs game. We made it back to Chicago and stayed on the outskirts of town, a few exits from Wrigley. Our plan was to check out the area around the stadium. We found a dive bar and headed in. It was a long wooden bar, jukebox on the left, a small stage followed. Stationed ever present to one side of the stage was the DJ and dictionary thick song list.

I generally sing Johnny Cash songs since its pretty much just talking low, not really singing. I picked wrong, wrote down the wrong number but for sure they played a song I wasn’t prepared for, Convoy! Ha I barely know that tune, for sure didn’t know there was a movie about it, CB radios. I stumbled through it, aided by pints Old Style for $1.


We eventually made it to Wrigley Field later that night. The area we were in was park and walk. We walked out on the street, staring at the glowing neon red sign: Welcome to Wrigley Field! We took pics and then located another bar to post up in for a bit. We wound up encountering an unencumbered camera. This was an early model digital camera, probably a hundred bucks or so. We talked to everyone in the bar, even the bartenders, no one knew whose camera it was. We tried to look at the pics but the camera had run out of batteries. The bartender said it was ours, they didn’t want to hold on to it.

In our hunt to find the owner, we get to talking to a business guy who was interested in  the camera. He said he’d just buy it if we did not want it. I think we found and sold a camera in Chicago and used that money to buy a pitcher of beer. That’s what happened.

Baseball Stadium trip Game 2- Chicago White Sox Stadium

Chicago White Sox were the closest option to Milwaukee and had an afternoon game the next day. It was a short drive and at some point along the way we decided to make signs. Of course being in our early 20’s, they were all crude and crass. Phrases such as: show us your boobs, honk if you’re horny, and just Honk! It was the person riding shotgun or backseat’s job to display these signs upon determining the attractiveness of the person we were passing. Usually the 18 wheelers automatically got the ‘honk if you’re horny,’ option. Not too many female long haul drivers out there, much less any whose boobs you’d want to see. The reaction was mostly positive from the 18 wheelers drivers as they were likely just as bored as we were. Some just smirked and did not pull their horn. Those are truly lame people. No one flashed their boobs, but it was worth a try.

Upon entering Chicago, we made a point to drive around Solider Field where da Bears played. It is a cool area, one way streets so I am sure we did a loop or two to ensure everyone got a view. It was that or we were lost, we were using dang paper maps that were updated during the Reagan administration! We arrived to the stadium and I finally understood why they always said South Side. This wasn’t a totally safe area at night I’d bet but it was ok during the game. So far it’s the only place I’ve seen playgrounds covered in a dome of chain link, not sure if that is to keep kids in or bad guys out but it is there.

The fans were noticeably different, too, and not in a good way. Openly hostile to anything Cubs, perhaps even the color blue. There were always vendors in the parking lot, but these souvenirs were homemade and proudly proclaimed,

‘it’s always bear hunting season; kill the Cubs; death to Cubs,’that sort of sentiment.

I for sure would not wear anything Cubs near this stadium. I got the impression that they would physically remove any Cubs article of clothing forcibly; they’d just rip ‘em off. I am all for a bit of rivalry, but not violence. Just because you are a fan of a team does not make you my enemy. In fact, fans have very little to do with the game, you just show up and watch, cheer. People are way too serious, it is a game.

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The stadium is open and has grass field. It was a hot, afternoon game so I procured a hat, nothing special. We sat in the outfield bleachers. We always tried to get down to the bleachers, but some places had better security than others. The Sox played Detroit and I am fairly sure this was a walk off homer or a grand slam, a rare event game ender is for sure. At some point we decided during the game to head over to Detroit Rock City after the game. It must have been when we saw who was playing, ‘Detroit is close right?’

I remarked once we were passing through Gary, IN that it was the home of the Jackson 5, the only thing I knew about the city. First time in Indiana, too. We located our hotel and hunkered down for a night in Detroit.


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Brazilian Adventure Day 7 Trip to faraway beach, caju fruit, sk8rs, churrasqueria

My friend me woke me up with a plan. Put on your swim trunks and we will swim today and catch some sun! I was all in. Who wouldn’t want to swim in a promised cool beach in Brazil?! We drove probably an hour an a half south of the city. Everything just suddenly ended! The sprawl of building and concrete gave way to sand.


I decided to let my friends swim first, I would go after they were done. My friend was so nice to let me come down, meet his family and stay at his house. I wanted him to have a lot of fun with his lady. I was the 3rd wheel so the more alone time they had, the more they would think of this as their trip.

I put headphones in and played a Brazilian radio mix on my phone. I had about an hour of chilling alone time on a Brazilian beach, watching fine ladies swim and dudes bobing  in the water. Rough waves. By the time I got in it was a no go. Just huge waves crashed down on me. It was really a game of do not drown in this part of the ocean.

Soon enough we all wound up on our towels, drying off and taking in the sun for about an hour. We hopped into the compact and away we headed towards a new part of town. We met his parents at a roadside bar. They brought cashew fruit! I couldn’t believe it and figured my friend had a hand in their fruit decision. There it was, a red fruit attached to a much larger cashew nut. My friend’s dad explained that you couldn’t eat this cashew nut yet. I paused chewing on the fruit but he said that part was totally safe. The cashew nut we eat is a seed roasted. You have to dry out and evaporate whatever is in the cashew nut that is bad for humans if eaten raw. In the span of 1 day I drank caju fruit juice and ate caju or cashew fruit having never know they existed.

We were heading towards my friends family apartment near a trendy part of town. I was in shock. They had so many houses and places to stay, why we could have easily stayed in a different part of town every night. Amazing. We decided to just park the car and walk the outdoor mall. We had about an hour or 2 before we met our friend for a night of meats.

The outdoor mall was great and pretty much like an American mall. Jewelry stores, a useless bong/weed trinket store, shoe stores, panda express, that sort of things were here, minus the ceiling. It was outside, very cool!

A hasty change in the apartment restrooms and I was ready for a night out! The plan was to drive over to a true Brazilian steakhouse, a churrasqueria. Our friend was all smiles as we walked up. The place was named El Toro and it was full bull. I mean this was truly a house of meats! I’ve never eaten so much meat nor so much quality meats as at this place.

Pork steak chicken bacon organs all were served on long skewers and you had to wave servers off to stop serving you. Hell even when I tried to wave them off they still shaved off some meat onto my plate. I think they didn’t want me to have an empty spot on my plate. The salad bar was a vegetarians dream, the sides could have worked too if you didn’t care about butter. The mashed potatoes were yellow with butter and wonderful. A huge yet delicious and distinctly Brazilian dinner experience. It cost maybe 20$ and my plate was never empty, my glass never dry.

Next to the meat heaven was a skate park. I just walked over there and started watching. I had to see sk8rs. They are good in Rio, great tricks. My friends indicated they wanted to go to another bar a few miles away. We headed out and ran into parking issues again. Once we found a spot we lasted 1 beer before the new friend that joined us got tired. I was ok with this, my belly full of meats.

To my surprise yet delight my friends said they wanted to grab a beach bev. We found a table at a bar on Ipanema Beach. On 1 side of the bar a guy was chopping coconuts by the order. My friends got one and this guy took a round or football shaped coconut down to just white rind and a straw hole in about a minute. Fast chops took off the rough husks, then a well placed strike for the straw hole. I bought a beer because I had the national beverage of Brazil already so I had to drink local brews.

To our left in the distance were the favelas, all lit up on the side of a mountain. Dots of fires flickered in the dark skies. The poorest of the poor had likely the best views of Rio, especially at night. These shanty towns were a huge squatters areas the whole side of a mountain to one side of Rio. Each neighborhood was run by a local leader who made all the deals. Watch City of God to get an idea of what Rio favelas were really like. To my horror there are favela tours one could take. You could tour where people lived in abject deliberate poverty. Rio, Brazil could totally pay for and fix these areas. They could plug them into the existing city services, but they choose not to. No reals, no pipes.

I looked up to the favelas for a long while pondering what made us different, those up there and those down on the beach. What did it all mean? If you don’t have money are you are out of luck? Why can’t we find jobs and houses for everyone? If you live in a neighborhood, why not pay people to keep that part of their town trash free? The city could pay by the pound of trash turned in each day.

Heavy thoughts on our final night in Rio. Behind us were kids and adults playing soccer after midnight. Waves crashing, moon beaming, scaffolding going up. The next weekend was a huge beach concert. Over 1 million people were due to be on the beach for new years. Intense, I thought there were all ready too many on the beach and it was November, non tourist time!

On the way to the faraway beach we stopped near the favelas to take some pics of the far side of the beach.
Pretty much the ending shot in Fletch were he walks the beach with his new lady.

Brazilian Adventure Day 5 a dip in the ocean, Ipanema Beach views, gondola ride, caju

It was a cloudy, overcast morning. I woke up and started coffee. A shower was in order in a very small bathroom. The shower was tiny. just enough room to soap up. I had just bought some quick dry boxers so I was able to wash a pair with my daily shower and wear another pair. I draped the damp pair in an inconspicuous location in the restroom. I warned my friends that I had a drying pair but not to worry it had been washed with soap.
The plan was to hit the beach and then check out a nearby rock if the clouds cleared up. We had to wait it out, the forecast wasn’t accurate. I put on my swim trunks, sandals and we headed out. The sand and water were blocks away, a very short walk. I was the only one to swim today, it was a rather overcast and cool, not the ideal conditions to swim. Neither was the water as I found out. The waves in Rio are extreme, you cannot just float or bob in the water as I had been used to swimming in lakes or Gulf of Mexico. Here waves were always rolling in and over your head. You typically just ducked waves and swam around them as they crashed. I soon swam back to shore.


My friend told me about one of these island only has poisonous snakes on it. There are so many snakes scientist have never bothered to explore it.

After drying we walked over to the end of the beach, where there was a trail over the rocks. People had fishing lines in the water but I am not sure what one could catch here. There was a lot of graffiti on the rocks to my surprise. Kids are dumb all over, just tagging things that are best left untouched.




After a hour on the rocks the clouds cleared up. We walked to the car and piled in. We zipped around a new part of town. When we parked, a guy standing around waved us in. My friend handed him a real note and we walked toward the gondolas. My friend explained that in this neighborhood it was that guy’s job as far as parking cars and ensuring no damage occurs while they are there. The question was is the damage caused by this guys’ neglect or does he bash up cars if you don’t pay him?

Before heading onto the gondolas my friends tell me they are hungry and want a snack. We enter a fruit joint where I see they have acai. This is a fruit I had only heard about due to my job. We had just rolled out an acai slurpee but I knew this wasn’t that fruits real flavor. I ordered a small bowl and was shocked when a huge cup overflowing with a dark purple semi soft mass was handed to me by the girl behind the counter. It was super delicious once I got a spoonful in me. After a few bites my friends told me I should get a caju juice to quench my thirst. After a couple of more spoonfuls of acai I was suddenly very thirsty. I got a caju juice and asked my friend what it was after I nearly sucked down my cup in 1 gulp.

‘Its cashew juice. I grew up drinking it, it is all over Brazil. Haven’t you heard of it,’ my friend asked?

Wait a cashew is a fruit that you can get juice from?! I thought it was just a nut!

After my cashew revelation we boarded the gondola up the mountain which soon afforded us great views.





I watched a plane land on this runway. I was properly terrified for the passengers and crew.


After a couple of hours wandering the grounds of the mountain, we had to get back to town. Those parking spots filled up fast! We decided to take a walk down one of the main roads and would pop into a place to eat based on what looked good. We stopped by the apartment for a quick wardrobe change so the compact was navigated through the thick Rio traffic until we found a spot. We walked about a mile before we found yup an all you can eat buffet! The lone difference worth noting was we were soon joined by an American girls basketball team. I knew this because they were all tall and fit ladies. It was so great dining on delicious Brazilian food with a view of pretty ladies. I don’t think my friends girlfriend liked the experience mainly due to the long table full of very fit attractive women. 
Back to the apartment and my friends wanted to stay in. I went out again but this night the whore bar was closed. I guess it wasn’t a 7 days a week spot. A couple of blocks and I found another huge outdoor seating bar. A venture in and I had a Brasilian set up a tiny table: liter of beer in a cooled vessel and a glass cup. I scanned the tables and surrounding businesses. Yup that is a strip club across the street. I was not tempted to enter. Those places are just tourist traps. They are in a tourist area, Ipanema. Everything is in English thus not for people from Rio. Its on a street corner. I figured I would people watch as they spilled out after a frustrating evening.
Litres came my way. I noted more than 1 table was engaged in chess. One guy made a hand signal to an apparent homeless guy who disappeared behind a building. The homeless guy returned with a pack of cigarettes. The chess player then motioned to the bar proprietor and a litre of beer was delivered to the homeless guy. Ah Ha so there were shops open late, you just had to know the person who knew where they were! Across the street groups of guys went inside the strip club in joyous spirits only to exit 1-2 at a time, forlorn and dour. Without fail guys poured out of the club and would be in the midst of a yelling argument with a lady or the bouncer. The club knew what they were doing and would squeeze as much reals as possible from tourists, usually British, before ejecting them for some infraction. No refunds! I enjoyed my light Brazilian beers taking it all in. I got another litre and soon smelled that smell while sitting at my table. I investigated.
Sure enough 2 guys were passing a joint and I joined in. No sooner had I taken a couple of puffs and handed the joint back to one of the guys, an angry man announced himself. We were taken to task for being so brazen with our smoking. Kids may walk by or families! I chuckled due to the time, it was well after midnight, no families out. He was adamant, next time the police! I sauntered back to my litre. It was a great night of drinking and people watching. I nearly stayed up all night! It was around 3am I had a notion of staying up to see the sun rise over the ocean. It was only the realization that the sun would come up away from the ocean that I made my way back to our apartment. Tomorrow the Jesus!

Brazilian Adventure Day 4 Park walk, record store, Ipanema beach apartment, tourist bar

My friend and I decided after waking up we were very hungry so we headed off to a store my friend visited before school when he was growing up. On our drive I became aware that there were no stop signs nor yield signs. It was expected that everyone just slowed down at every intersection so they were slow enough to stop if they encountered another car or hit the gas once they saw it was clear. I didn’t see 1 wreck or damaged car on this entire trip so it seems this way worked.

It was a quick delicious breakfast, coffee and croissant. We were going to eat again soon so no reason to go all out and get some eggs or anything heavy. There were a lot of breads, pastries, cakes and pies in addition to hot savory foods. It wasn’t like any grocery store I’d seen before, it was like how I hoped grocery stores looked like. Why don’t grocery stores cook more fresh foods at cheaper cost than buying things raw or uncooked? I feel we should all shop at grocery stores for hot chickens, meats and basic meals. Why bake a chicken, have the grocery store rotisserie chicken. Doing things this way will lower the cost of meats, well that’s what should happen.

We were en route to a park my friend wanted his girlfriend to see. Sounds romantic so I opt to walk a ways towards a small shopping area and explain to them to just meet me over there whenever they are done. A quick search showed there was a pub, record store so I was set for a couple of hours. My 1st stop wound up being my only stop, at the record store! It was so cool and cozy, by which I mean small but had an excellent selection. It was a well curated shop in the parlance of our times. I soon came to the attention of an attractive lady who soon introduced herself as the owner.



She was actually from Portugal or Spain and had come here chasing a boy and never left. We talked local tunes, what sorts of things should I buy to remind me of my trip. She said to be sure to buy the original version of The Girl from Ipanema by Antonio Jobim. I soon knew I had to get something more substantial than a CD.



I didn’t want to carry around a record for the rest of the trip as well as the long flight home. A t-shirt was the winner. Problem was this was Brazil, they are much smaller, skinnier than those from the US. I was directed towards a nook of the store, a pull on a unnoticed knob and a door opened up to a toilet-room. I mean literally when the door was closed there was enough room to sit at the toilet or look at the mirror. The sink was outside in the store. I pulled the shirt on and despite being at one of the lowest weights of my life a XL just barely fit. Satisfied I bought the shirt and postcard.

Near perfect timing on my part my friends had finished their walk through the park. I fully expected them to be engaged, I really felt like a 3rd wheel. We headed back to our side of town, I had my shirt ready to wear out that night. Tonight would be different, I determined as we passed the favelas. Tonight I would hit up the bigger bar on the beach. The bar in our building was cool but it was full of whores and no one would really talk to me like I had hoped. I wanted to talk to a local about Rio, about Brasil.

My friends turned in and I headed out. I was warned more than once to watch out for travestias, transvestites, men who looked and acted like women. No worries, I saw them before walking around the streets of the city. I wasn’t even thinking about talking to the female prostitutes that were in our very building, the ultimate in convenience. I guess I wanted to land a girl the old-fashioned way, to be interesting enough.

This bar was huge and to my surprise, ladies were on full display out front. I mean a literal line of women all wearing tight or very revealing dresses stood by the entrance. They purred right in your ear,  purred like cat, man! 

“Oh baby I’m so horny, take me home papi!”

My god it was unsettling how obvious it was, just ass on display like a meat market. Oh well, something for everyone, my option this night was inside.

I located a chair near the bar and ordered a caipirinha a beverage my friends said was a local option. It is a fruity drink made with cachaca raw sugar and lime. I would soon adopt this into my evening routine alternating between beer and a caipirinha. To my very fortunate surprise there was a live band playing all the Brazilian hits, bossa nova, reggaton, anything to get the crowd to dance. I spied a very lovely waitress and kept watch as my seat was near the waitresses beverage station. She had long dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, I guess I was intrigued by just how long her hair really was, it was a large hair bun!

Soon the piano player singer made his way next to me. We struck up a conversation after I thanked him for playing, in Portuguese I might add. It took literally, actually a minute to type in ‘how to say thank you for playing good music in Portuguese.’ He smiled broadly and said

Obrigato. Where are you from? What are you drinking?’

‘I’m from Texas and I am having a beer. I do enjoy caipirinha.’ I replied.

‘My friend you do not have to pay for a caipirinha anymore. Hahah, I live in this place, they give me as many as I drink. I drink a lot, lot. Many many cachaca! Let’s drink one now! Haha

This dude laughed at so many things, he had a permanent grin on his face. We sat and drank a shot of cachaca as well as a caipirinha. He had to go back on stage but he returned afterwards. I alternated beer and caipirinha going outside to take in the ocean breeze and people watch. The traviestas were painfully obvious. Like 1 step away from a bearded guy in a dress, just way too manly to be dressed like that. I went back inside once I encountered someone who insisted on trying to get me to go home with them.

I really liked this place, but soon determined the food was way overpriced for locals yet affordable from my perspective. It was a good option so long as you drank there. The food was around 15$ a plate which was expensive for Rio. My caipirinhas were maybe 3$, for sure my tabs here were significantly cheaper than Dallas. Plus I didn’t have to pay whenever my band leader friend was with me. It was a night full of win at the beach bar in Ipanema!

Brazilian Adventure Day 3 Trip across town, best buffet, dog mansion

We rose early and my friend told me the plan for the day as I made breakfast. Same everyday, instant Brazilian coffee, cold cuts, bread and whatever fruit was in the fridge. I believe today it was kiwi, something I rarely see much less think about eating. It was good and fresh. I poured a lot of milk into each cup of bitter coffee. That was the style down here, though. Instant coffee.

We were headed over to a different part of town where his parents lived. We would eat lunch at his favorite buffet in town, then I was going to hang out with his dad. My friend and his girlfriend were going to go to a dentist and physician. I was cool with that, shoot it involved food and a new part of town, I could figure out something to do!

We hopped in his brother or dad’s compact car, I filled up most of the backseat. We headed into immense traffic my friend talking and pointing out things left and right. Soon we came to a stop on a bridge, something my friend had told me about before we came down here. Sometimes gangs on bikes or mopeds would ride between the cars and rob as many as they could get away with. Thing was this was Brazil so most people had guns, even in their cars. There is a pretty good chance holding someone up you’ll get shot.

Nothing happened to us on this trip. We sailed into a different part of town passing by the favelas and lots of construction. We took an exit and were soon onto a main road through a neighborhood. Lots of houses, apartments and schools mixed in with small shops, grocery stores and restaurants. Just a neighborhood like any other outside Brasil.

We parked, well it always takes a long time to park, there are more cars than parking spaces but we always found a spot. We entered a non-descriptbuilding housing my friends favorite all you can eat buffet. These buffets are all over Rio and just about the only type of place we ate at during our stay. Several different salads with veggies and fruit, pastas, chicken, beef, meatballs, rice…option after option. This one was the most unusual as it had a grill so you could get steak, pork and other meats flame grilled. It was very good, high quality food.

You got a receipt the first plate you get, then each time you go up they take your ticket, weigh your items and add that trips total. You tell the lady when it is your final trip and everything gets totaled and you pay. 3 plates was pretty standard, a salad trip, meats trip and then maybe back for stuff you liked.

I am told to hop into my friends parents car as my friends take off on their doctor visits. My friend explained that this doctor had been his only doctor since he was a child. That’s rare in life, to have a life long doctor who knew your entire history. I was a bit envious as I had a string of doctors and dentists, a new one every couple of years. Maybe my records were forwarded on from one doctor to the next, most likely they were not.

We dropped off my friends mom at their house and headed for a pier. We parked and hit up a pub on the beach after walking until the path ended at a naval base. My friends dad was from Spain originally so I asked him about that country as I had been before. We talked about Spain and his career as an engineer. It sounded like because he knew English they moved him around so he eventually learned Portuguese as well as Mandarin Chinese. He lived and worked all over the world on short-term projects. It sounded ideal, just move somewhere for 6-8 months and then come back with a pocketful of cash !

He pointed towards the other side of the bay and explained that was where our beachfront apartment was located. I was just a ferry ride away.




We ordered dark beer, he loved dark beers but would only allow himself 1 as he was driving. It was no problem, I was on vacation and would drink for the 2 of us!


Eventually my friends arrived from their doctor visit and we again walked up and down the beachfront before hopping into his compact car and arrived to another one of their houses, the dog mansion. We got inside and it was huge, absolutely a mansion! 3 stories, rooms on each floor, one floor even had an alter a not uncommon room in Brazil. To my shock no one lived here, they let their dogs roam the yards. Shoot I could live here, feed the dogs, sweep, do whatever just not pay full rent haha.

We had to wait out rain if I recall but we made it down to the beach area for dinner and bevs. We got into a pretty long and heavy discussion about faithfulness and trust in a relationship. You’ve just got to have trust otherwise you aren’t in a real relationship. You have to believe your partner is either with you or is going to return to you. Monogamy or faithfulness is up to you, maybe you 2 can talk about it or maybe you don’t, maybe it is understood to not flaunt things, to see others discreetly. I figured what did I know, I was single, I had opinions.

We had several beers enjoying the cool ocean breeze as well as the sounds of a local band playing inside. Everywhere the windows were open, so we could hear as well as see the band indoors. Our meal consisted of some of the same things I saw my friend eat for lunch back in Dallas: rice and beans, mild yet flavorful sauces. I don’t know why I was shocked but there wasn’t anything hot and spicy here. It seems Mexico was the only country around that had hot chilies, peppers. Here it was simple food, rice, beans, fruits, that’s what everyone ate.

We made it home just before it poured rain. I mean poured rain, just tremendous amounts of water in a short amount of time. It made me wonder if anyone should have to pay for water. Just collect what rained and every house should have enough for showers, cooking and drinking. A glorious way to fall asleep!