Bras, Eye Candy, and Summer Storms

Seems I can't organize my thoughts to make a coherent post today, so here they are randomly.


Running for a half hour on the beach in 28 degree Celcius is like running in a sauna with a snow suit on, but watching the kite surfers zigzag the waves while listening to jogging music is pretty cool. And that was after dinner! Man it's hot here!


While I was sitting on the beach making a sandcastle with the kid, some very nicely built men were jogging by on the sand and it occurred to me that it's really rare to see this in Vancouver, even in the summer. In fact, I don't remember the last time I saw a well built man, if you don't count the gym, and even there it's pretty rare, and besides the grunting is a turn off for me. Oh, my girlfriends in Vancouver, if you are reading this, we are sadly deprived of eye candy. You know they say that men are more sexually stimulated visually, but I think women probably are just as much. So what happens when there's nothing to look at?

Who needs sand toys when the beach provides? Today's toys include a mini plastic toy wrench, a handful of bottle caps, a broken pencil, a piece of string and seashells.

The boy was standing naked in his kiddy pool having his nightly wash down on the balcony, when a lighting storm came along and wiped the power out. I scooped him up and we sat on the couch, drip drying, watching the lighting light up the whole sky while I explained to him that sometimes the sky likes to play drums on the clouds.

I find myself looking at women's boobs because it seems unfathomable that all Carioca women are B cups like the store at the mall seems to suggest. I did find one D cup bra while I was there, but when I tried it on, here's what I concluded. B=A, D=B and I'm out of luck. Why am shopping for bras the first week I'm here? 'cause I'm a dummy for not buying a white bra before leaving.

The two chocolate bars I brought with me from Vancouver were completely melted, sloshing around on my palm, but still contained in their wrapping. I carefully walked them over to the freezer to retain their shape and yesterday I had me a tasty avocado, chocolate frozen pudding pop!

I was joking with an Australian woman yesterday about how getting settled in Brazil really feels like being a girl scout collecting her badges. Everything takes so much more effort and patience.  We proudly showed off our badges to each other: Oh, you have the "kid-in-school badge! Ohhh.... I don't have that one yet! I just got my "drive-without-throwing up-from-fear badge."

Who wants salted meat?