Its true. Margaret wont let me sleep. She says I can catch up on sleep on the next 16 hour bus ride to Recife in a day or two. but seriously, we havent slept for days. okay thats not true, i took a 3 hour siesta in the hammock on the deck of my pousada this morning when i came home at 7am (after the sun rose).
we went out last night to celebrate the german girls big day. then, we might have ended up with our chilean travel band at some point making music in the cobble stone streets while they talked about teaching their babies to be capuera masters. all of a sudden, a friend from Paris steals us away and the next thing i know, i am in the back of a tattoo shop with a local band and im playing drums and everyone is feeding me drinks and i cant stop drinking and i cant stop playing the drums and singing songs that at the time, sounded like Bob Marley, but really, who knows at this point.
all of a sudden, i heard a rooster crow and i noticed the sun was rising. margaret and i blinked once and we were off to start a new adventure.
this mostly consisted of finding our way back to the best pousada in the world. which.... let me tell you, was incredibly difficult as all streets look the same and my eyes were blurry as bees. we made it though. in one piece.
today:
1.café
2.met a crackhead (doesnt come recommended)
3.walked to praia with a longboard
4.surfed my heart out
5.ziplined across an entire beach
6.found a hidden beach (but no treasure)
7.napped in a hammock
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