terça-feira

That´s Portuguese for Tuesday. Well, I´ve been absent-minded about blogging, which is perfectly normal for me. Saturday night Isabel and I had some nice pizza with two of her friends. They ditched and we met two more friends at a samba bar whose name I´m told translates roughly as ´Good Reason.´ Good as any. There was a guitar player on both of two floors, the bottom being samba and the top being musica popular Brasilera. I love that one guy is playing a guitar and singing and everyone was dancing. Just like Nebraska, I know. I´m looking into that. Sunday was other-wordly. I got out of bed, Rodrigo asked me if I was hungry. We got into the car and 10 minutes after lowering the visor to block the low-hanging sun from my eyes I realized the sun was low-hanging. I wondered if it was morning...´What time is it?!´ It was a quarter to six. Which is fine, I guess. We went to the most amazing restaurant thus far. Brazil has these ´running skewer´style restaurants where guys weilding 2-foot skewers loaded with anything from raw cow (recommended) to cooked cow to chicken hearts to lamb do circuits around the tables. That´s always great, but the buffet at this place has more color than Rogers and Hammerstein. They had four kinds of sushi in the buffet. It wasn´t any good, but I let it slide on argument of variety. I couldn´t identify anything more than the rice and the chicken but I guess I ate squid, octupus, cheese, weird plants, casseroles, pig and more cheese. If you know me you know I was happy. Then I went home and watched a chick flick. It happens, alright? Monday was another limbo day because I got up at one (couldn´t sleep the night before from being awake like four hours) and had plans to see some sights and go to a museum or two. Well, this dandy apartment has a two-sided deadbolt. I mean to say you need the key to escape, said key wasn´t left for me. So I was trapped ´til about 4.30 by which time after finding an ATM, eating and taking a traffic-cab, the museum was closed. But I walked around for a long time. Don´t think I completely wasted my afternoon...I watched Dick Cavett clips on youtube for hours. If both Clive James and my dad recommend Dick Cavett http://www.slate.com/id/2159367/ you know he´s good. Well, I see key, I´m going.

He sido distraido por el blog, que para mi es perfectamente normal. Sábado por la noche Isabel y yo comimos pizza buena con sus amigos. Ellos se marcharon entonces encontramos con dos mas amigos en un bar samba que se traduzca mas o menos a ´Buena Razon.´ Como cualquier. Hubo un guitarrista en ambos pisos, uno de samba en la planta baja y de musica popular Brasilera en la segunda. Me encantó que con solamente un guitarrista cantando todos bailan. Como fuera Nebraska. Intentaré cambiarlo. Sunday fue extraño. Me levanté y Rodrigo me preguntó si tenia hambre. Entramos el auto y despues de diez minutos de colgar el visor para que el sol no entrara los ojos, me dió cuenta que el sol estaba muy bajo. Seria mañana?...´Que hora es?!´ Faltó un cuarto para las seis. Pero bien, creo. Fuimos a un restaurante espectacular donde los meseros andan con el carne en el palo. Siempre me gusta esto, pero el mejor fue el buffet que tiene mas color que una chompa Boliviana. Habian cuatro tipos de sushi, en el buffet. Bueno, no eran bien hechos, pero lo permito de parte de la variedad. No pudí identificar mas que el arroz y el pollo, pero comí calamari, pulpo, queso, plantas raras, caseroles, cerdo y mas queso. Si me conoces, sabes que yo era feliz. Regresamos al apartamento y ví una pelicula de mujeres. Esto pasa. El lunes fue tambien como ´limbo´porque me levanté a la una y media (de haber estado despertado como cuatro horas no pudí dormir) y tenia planes de caminar y ir a unos museos. La puerta en este apartamento tiene el seguro de ambos lados. Igual, uno necesita la llave para salir. Esta llave no me dejaron Rodrigo o Isabel. Entonces era secuestrado hasta las 4 y media. Después de encontrar un cajero, comer y tomar el taxi-trancón, el museo ya estaba cerrado. Pero caminé y ví mucho. No pienses que perdí todo la tarde, yo miraba videos de Dick Cavett en youtube. Si Clive James e igual mi papa le recomiendan http://www.slate.com/id/2159367/, sabes que es un duro. Bueno, veo la llave, me voy.