Vom dot com
As mentioned previously, last weekend Travis and I and Olivier went to a pretty island with no cars called Morro de Sau Paulo. It was slightly touristy but peaceful and quaint and that’s about it. The highlight was riding horses (David Bowie!) all over the island. Other than that we just ate a lot of acai, plowed through our books, and got sunburned on the beach (come onnnnn tan!).
We returned in a very rocky two-hour catamaran ride. The view out the windows literally went from underwater to clouds and back down to underwater, and then clouds again, and then underwater, and then clouds again, and then underwater, and etc etc.  My easily-nauseated stomach almost made it the entire way.
And I would have made it, I am certain, if that lady in front of me hadn’t all of a sudden exploded with vomit. Her face and the puke were each a horrific shade of pale institutional green. It actually made me wonder what the hell she had eaten since Brazilians don’t believe in leafy green vegetables.
So anyhow if you imagine the smell of the pale institutional green upchuck, plus the clouds-water-clouds-water-clouds-water scene, plus the forced air they were pumping, plus maybe the movie they were playing, Super Babies: Baby Geniuses 2, you can probably deduce the fate of my lunch. At least I made it to the deck.

Vom dot com

As mentioned previously, last weekend Travis and I and Olivier went to a pretty island with no cars called Morro de Sau Paulo. It was slightly touristy but peaceful and quaint and that’s about it. The highlight was riding horses (David Bowie!) all over the island. Other than that we just ate a lot of acai, plowed through our books, and got sunburned on the beach (come onnnnn tan!).

We returned in a very rocky two-hour catamaran ride. The view out the windows literally went from underwater to clouds and back down to underwater, and then clouds again, and then underwater, and then clouds again, and then underwater, and etc etc.  My easily-nauseated stomach almost made it the entire way.

And I would have made it, I am certain, if that lady in front of me hadn’t all of a sudden exploded with vomit. Her face and the puke were each a horrific shade of pale institutional green. It actually made me wonder what the hell she had eaten since Brazilians don’t believe in leafy green vegetables.

So anyhow if you imagine the smell of the pale institutional green upchuck, plus the clouds-water-clouds-water-clouds-water scene, plus the forced air they were pumping, plus maybe the movie they were playing, Super Babies: Baby Geniuses 2, you can probably deduce the fate of my lunch. At least I made it to the deck.