Letter #42

The camera pans over a rolling favela, in the hills of Minas Gerais, Brasil. Smoke can be seen, rising from the middle of the poor neighborhood. The camera zooms, dramatic music begins to play in the background, softly at first, but increasingly louder.....

Drama

Suspense

Action

Burning buses light cities all over Brasil, riots fueled by the truck driver strike and political action crime groups. But this bus, this is the first.
And where was it at? Where is it now?

Well, it was right out my window, I have no freaking idea why anyone would choose Itajubá, Minas Gerais to start a protest, but hey, I don't question, I just grab the marshmellows and teach the Brazilians, what is a smore?

"You're killing me Smalls! These are s'more's stuff! Ok, pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the 'mallow. When the 'mallows flaming... you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good! Try some!"

So that was fun.
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Just some TV pictures, okay, I was smart and stayed under my bed crying the whole night.

Other cool things, I grabbed the bull by the horns this week, in two senses.

The first, look at this cool bull statue that I found
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I couldn't reach the horns, so I had to settle for the... let's leave that for another anatomically correct statue conversation.

Also, new orders from the big man. Tear this branch to shreds and build from the ashes. So that's where we're at in my life. Bulls, Buses, and Beer Bellies in the streets, oh my.
#Brazil

But, until next week, stay strong, cheer Boston, and don't drive like my brother. (told you I'd get it in).

Love,



Elder in the red dress

P.S. nobody got that, just let it go