So today, I'm recovering from a night of caipirinhas, Skol cervejas and a lot, a LOT of dancing. We went to a german bar in Londrina called ____haüss. I think the haüss in the name is probably the most German thing about this bar, apart from the 1 or 2 german beers they sometimes had. It reminded me of my parents basement, add a few jazzy lights some tables a dj and lots of interesting and fun people. So maybe its not so much like my basement...
Isabel, the one on the right drove me Jordana and her friend Eloise, (right to left) in their stealthlike black hatchback jetta. Most people like to drive stick here, also automatic is much more expensive. It was a girls night out Brazilian style, meaning there were plenty of boys we met up with. There was a lot of toasts and cheers- none as witty and well put as Marinas, but still it was nice, "Welcome to Brazil" "To Monica" "Salud" "A cerveja!" etc. I had an amazingly awesome time once I sucked down my first caipirinha. The word for drunkard here is pingusa- Pai likes to use it a lot. But that's just a sidenote I want to get back to talking about this bar and the people in it.
I've come to the tentative conclusion that stereotype stoners exist all over the world, and they are exactly the same. One of Isa's friends, Rafael was what made me think this. Long hair, beard, band T-shirt and ragged jeans. He's the guy that's super cute under all that hair, a little unkempt but not in a dirty way... the kind of kid you'd have a hard time keeping up with in a deep, intelligent discussion. He had this pipe- which from a distance looked exactly like an old grandpa's pipe only upon closer inspection... it was definitely a hashpipe (insert weezer song here). Super sneaky and smart- I'm sure we have something like it in the states, but its the first time I saw one this inventive. Also, the weed here smells really good- I think it was mixed with flavored tobacco. Delish.
Things I learned:
1. Well, lets start with what I already know- Being hit on in a bar is hit or miss, sometimes its a good thing if the person is attractive, sometimes its annoying when you're with your friends and the guys is a creep. Try being hit on in a foreign language... its pretty much just confusing and awkward, but only for me because I don't understand. I can't say I minded it too much though boys in Brazil are generally good looking, but there were of course, and contrary to popular belief exceptions. Not everyone can be beautiful, even if you are brazilian.
2. You can seriously bond with absolutely anyone when it comes to music. Its part of this amazing thread that ties every human being together. More specifically for me it was the Beatles and the Ramones. Eloise and I agreed that it's sacrilegious to not like them.
3. Caipirinhas although they're the national drink, are getting old for Brazilian young people- now they're making them with whiskey and fruit pureés.
4. A small fiat can plow through a block concrete wall... on the way home we passed by a storefront that someone had driven into. Don't drink and drive kids, where ever you are.
5. I'm not as afraid of bugs as I thought. There are a lot of bugs I've never seen before, which is maybe why I'm not as afraid of them? I killed a cockroach looking one on the floor in my room the last night... that's what I get for leaving my balcony wide open all day.
mais tarde colegas, tchau tchau
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