Since I'm too lazy to post a real entry, you get photos.
The beach where all the crazy non-English speaking boys were that wanted to kiss me.
S�o Louren�o...from Andr�'s street. See that big hill? Yeah, we raced up and down that one and more on a motorcycle...with me holding on for dear life.
Andr� at the airport right before I entered the terminal gate to stand in line for customs and immigration.
That is Andr� and myself at a "fast food" restaurant in Brazil called Habib's. They have yummy milkshakes.
And now to do something productive.
--Annie