I know exactly the moment it happened. I was floating on my back after swimming a few laps in the beautiful waters of Praia do Fonte when a big ol pterodactly dinosaur-sized wave comes splashing over me. Now I can swim and so I was fine – it was actually pretty funny. But the small pool of salty seawater that invaded my throat was all I needed to set off this chain reaction of runny nose, sore throat, and congestion I’m fighting with on my last day in Salvador, Bahia.
Me, after a hazy, sick couple of days in brazil
So there I was, somewhere in the middle of slightly scared and slightly amused, the sounds of what I believe were gunshots (but folks swear were firecrackers – some were, some weren’t) blasting outside my 5th floor window, and cheering huddles of green and yellow jersey-clad fans on rooftops and corner bodegas city-wide. Last night was the kick-off game of the World Cup hosted this year here in Brazil, and while the whole country was one big horn-blowing party, I lie in bed curled in a ball trying my hardest not to throw up. Life abroad continues… Continue reading
bom dia, la! 