Beach Town

I’m in Santos, and the São Paulo coast is my type of place. Southern Brazil. It’s a temperate tropic environment but with temperatures of a temperate climate sans snow. I’m kinda board but I just went out with a friend that I met here, Caio, and he took me to his neighborhood and it was really fabulous. An area between green mini mountains that dot the city. Lots of trees there and a small lake.

Small Town Paradise

I went with a group of Brazilian friends to a beach village just north of here, Cambury. I stayed at a hippy beach house. It was a great time. Bonfires at night. Communal breakfasts in the morning. It was a surfer house in a forest. Yet, while there during the days I joined my friends that I came with at the beach and I took a picture of the group with my drone. In the pic one of the girls was on her phone. Back in Santos I texted her via Instagram asking her what she was looking at. And she responded, “The feed.” I told her that ‘feed’ in English means food, especially the kind we give to animals. She wrote back “Sorry” in English. We never spoke again. Meanwhile back at the beach house, a few of the Brazilians spoke English and wanted to practice with me. Soon I was speaking a lot of English and it was getting annoying, do I dipped out.

Money Well Spent

I just had sex with a prostitute. I arrived at her place and just before we were going to begin, she asked me if I wanted her friend to join in. (Extra price, of course.) I thought that would be great but what if she’s unattractive? I said I wasn’t sure so she went to get her friend. When I saw her friend I said, “No, I don’t want two girls.” But then I felt bad and relented. The sex was fabulous, and her friend assisted. I really needed to have sex. It had been 3, maybe 4, years since I had sex. It’s damn good to be back! Even though they were pros they’re still women. I came close to having sex with a girl in Belem, but never pulled the trigger. So perhaps it’ll motivate me to go after some of these gorgeous women I see in the streets!

English as a Second Language

I was walking along the beach boardwalk at night looking to interact with Brazilians. Sounds of the waves, perfect temperature, people in the park and on the beach. Every 5 blocks or so there’s snack-bars with outdoor seating. I walked up to a table and glanced at the menu. The waitress said something and I answered back in Portuguese. She noticed I was a foreigner. She said,”If you want to speak English, you can.” All smiling. I responded un-smiling, “No I don’t want to…..We are in Brazil, after all.” She said ok and still had a smile. I left after a quick peruse of the menu, and I immediately felt guilty. She was so happy to speak some English. I understood because I would be happy to speak Portuguese, or Spanish, back in the States. I know how it feels. Yet, I honestly don’t want to speak any English while in Brazil, thank you very much.

So I walked around and had a cup of coffee in a Pizzaria a block from the beach. Then I walked back over there and up to her. “So you speak English, huh?” We had a great conversation. She had learned English while working and living in Qatar. I left and she invited me to come back. I won’t. It can be easy to fall into speaking English in a non-English speaking country as an English speaker.

São Paulo Again

Just arrived back in Sáo Paulo after almost a month in Santos. Near the end I exchanged Instagram with a cute girl who worked at a restaurant I frequented. For the next two days, my last days in Santos, we communicated a lot. If I wasn’t leaving I would have asked her out on a date. Yet, Santos is only an hour from São Paulo so I may go back for a quick date one day before boarding the plane to go home. Who knows? Perhaps, it’ll could blossom into a long distance relationship and I’ll see her again.

Making Progress

Today I walked downtown São Paulo, Avenida Paulista. Lots of People doing what people like to do. I got the nerve to approach girls on two different occasions. It was merely small talk like, “Is there a supermarket around here?” But it’s a step in the right direction. I will go beyond just small talk someday.

Manifestacão Contra Bolsonaro

Over the weekend there was a big protest on the main boulevard, Avenida Paulista. It was a leftist gathering demanding the impeachment of the Brazilian President Bolsonaro. The reason: That he is responsible for the Covid deaths. Of course I filmed it. After it was over I went to a bar and had a beer and immediately met a Brazilian girl. She asked me my name and I said, “Viggo.” I then said, “…and you are Fernanda.” She responded,”Yes, how did you know?!” It was a guess.

Brazilian Speak Easy

We then went to a bar that was still open after the mandatory Covid shut down time. We took an Uber and she got into an argument with the driver because he answered that he supported Bolsonaro after she asked him who he supported. The bar had a lot of protesters winding down with a drink, a smoke, and a game of pool. We kissed, drank, and smoked and made out. I will see her again.

Mini Date

I went out on lunch day with that girl from Santos that worked at the restaurant. I just happened to be town. I’making progress to be more romantically active. I just need to get out there and go on dates. Force myself, at times.

Conclusion

Attend protests, marches, demonstrations, and sit-ins. You’re likely to experience something you’ve never done before.