US WINS 1-1!
The posts below are actually from last week. We spent the last few days back in Rio, where our friends at the hostel commented on how much more relaxed and tanned we looked compared with our arrival last month.
So we met a big excellent group of British and Australian friends and spent the weekend drinking cachaca, playing cards (seriously, we played drinking games; I feel old), and watching the World Cup. The hostel was starting to feel like summer camp, since all of us ended up staying up giggling and chatting like children in our bunk beds each night. We also visited Christ the Redeemer and did Lapa Friday Round Two.
Then yesterday and today Travis and I rode, for 24 hours, on a bus, in the same seats, next to each other, to Iguazu Falls.
Conclusion: Brazil is large. Conclusion two: 24 hours, while long, is not *that bad* of a bus ride. I got through it with the help of This American Life and The Moth podcasts, as well as several games of M.A.S.H. (remember that?) and a ton of Brazilian junk food. I feel pretty sick to my stomach about now, but I think Travis, who ripped his shorts and hit his head on various parts of the bus, is feeling worse.
Tomorrow we get to see this:

US WINS 1-1!

The posts below are actually from last week. We spent the last few days back in Rio, where our friends at the hostel commented on how much more relaxed and tanned we looked compared with our arrival last month.

So we met a big excellent group of British and Australian friends and spent the weekend drinking cachaca, playing cards (seriously, we played drinking games; I feel old), and watching the World Cup. The hostel was starting to feel like summer camp, since all of us ended up staying up giggling and chatting like children in our bunk beds each night. We also visited Christ the Redeemer and did Lapa Friday Round Two.

Then yesterday and today Travis and I rode, for 24 hours, on a bus, in the same seats, next to each other, to Iguazu Falls.

Conclusion: Brazil is large. Conclusion two: 24 hours, while long, is not *that bad* of a bus ride. I got through it with the help of This American Life and The Moth podcasts, as well as several games of M.A.S.H. (remember that?) and a ton of Brazilian junk food. I feel pretty sick to my stomach about now, but I think Travis, who ripped his shorts and hit his head on various parts of the bus, is feeling worse.

Tomorrow we get to see this:

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