Nov. 25, 2004
As I understand that once you visit a place, and discover that the place holds a special piece of your heart, it is the love. Rio de Janeiro, South America, World. We seem to always put these silly nick names for our trips, and this one was called The Love for what ever reason it may be.
With all the different places in the world to wonder off to, each is unique and each place has similarities to the others. Basically, the more places you travel to, the less a new place has to offer because in some ways, it will remind you of somewhere else. The one universal similarity is that it is not home. It is not stress filled. You can let go of your life for a brief moment and just enjoy.
Three things to be expected: Sunshine, beautiful people, crazy parties… and sometimes the expectations never turn out how you expect… so there was rain, average looking people and partying that only resembled home.
Still, with such a subtle start to our vacation, somehow, it pulled itself through at the end… and with all the little things, it added up into a great trip.
Obrigado, thumbs up, The Love 2004
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Words for the Trip:
LOVE!
Falluja, Ferrufa, Falafal, Fevella
Carlos Santana… very nice…
George!
...taste like ass…
Corcova? Kournakova?
Macarena
Are we there yet… how bout now…
We’re going to Rio… pass it on…
Bonita Bunda… Coo?
The Drop
Dos Coca… Chopp
Bhakial, Bhakial
W.T.F.
Crack