I would choose different words, but I can see how the sentiment applies. The people here wear the least amount of clothing with the most confidence. I saw an older gentleman at lunch today—probably in his 70’s—sitting in a restaurant wearing Speedo along with his tanned barreled chest. The guy pulled it off.
Claire-Adele said she thought everyone in Brazil would look like Giselle and that she would look like a troll. (“Tom Brady fumbled Giselle,” she said.) Not so. Every size, shape, age and color is happy in either a bikini or shirtless, and not just those with six-pack abs. Even their feet are naked in their fancy flip flops. They are confident and content and don’t give a shit what other people think. God bless the Brazilians for no body shaming.
The only contradiction was for young girls—they all wore long-sleeved swim suits, probably to prevent sunburn, which is real down here in South America.
Claire-Adele and I had tickets to see Taylor Swift tonight. She scored some below list price tickets yesterday at breakfast and today we hauled ass from Ilha Grande to Rio, to make it to the show in time. We were halfway there when the show was canceled. (We still have our original tickets for tomorrow, which should be cool.) We heard the show was postponed when we were halfway to the stadium on public transit. Some guys started talking to us in Portuguese, probably trying to tell us the show was canceled, but we couldn’t understand.
I was surprised how I reacted. After all of the “hassle” to make it to Rio in time, I was surprisingly not upset. The trip to Brazil is amazing enough, with or without seeing Taylor.
Instead of seeing Taylor, tonight Claire-Adele and I hit the bar at the neighboring Fairmont hotel, listened to live music and pounded a few cocktails and apps. The singer wasn’t Taylor, but she was fun, singing everything from Brazilian classics to the Doobey Brothers to Edith Piaf. I still have “Volare” stuck in my head.
Tudo bem, as the Brazilians say. All good.
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