Messages coming from all over to remind me that taking this trip, by myself, is a bit of the divine. And if I had my doubts, all was reassured when I saw the masses of flesh a praia da barra and spent the day swimming, eating roasted cheese with oregano and molasses (ain't no hot dog that can touch that beach snack) and laying in the sun. O fundamentilismo da bunda (the fundamentalism of the ass--as theorized by R) dominated the beach and I have never seen so much greased up, slicked down, squeezed and dimpled flesh as I did today. I had the smallest booty on the beach believe it or not. I like to believe I could fit in, um, that way.
Well, there's always tomorrow.