So after my exciting afternoon at Ipanema, I decided that if I was going to go to the beach alone again, I'd better stick to Flamengo, a much calmer, neighborhood beach. When I got there, I noticed that lots of people were there alone, and even left their stuff on shore while they took a dip. Much different onda from Ipanema. So I was just sitting there, alternating between reading and people watching, when some young guy came up to me and asked if he could leave his shoes with me while he went for a quick run. I thought it strange, considering the tranquilidad of the beach, but when I saw that he didn't go very far and made a point of running past me, it became clear that it was an excuse to talk to me. Cool, I was getting tired of being wrapped up in my own head anyway. Sure enough, when he came back for his shoes, instead of leaving he told me his name and asked if he could sit down for a bit. We talked about interesting things, travel and stuff like that, but he interrupted every few minutes to tell me I was pretty. Cheesy, but who doesn't like to hear that? Gets old after a while though. He asked if we could hang out again the next day, same place same time. I said sure, I wasn't that into the idea, but I had nothing else to do.
After that interesting encounter, Ty and Miguel and I went to a mexican restaurant for an improvised version of Thanksgiving dinner. Food was good and the vibe was interesting. There were mariachis playing a bunch of cuban songs and an actor dressed in revolutionary garb selling tequila shots. Definitely not a typical Thanksgiving celebration...memorable though. So then I told Ty and Miguel about the boy on the beach and they loved it and begged me to please show up for my "date" the next day.
I wound up going, and we spent a while chatting. Another new friend for the Facebook. Cheesy as all get out, but nice. Then the next day it was time to take off and head to Curitiba, my current location. It was a short visit with my bbf, but we had fun, as always. Hopefully we'll meet up again before I leave the continent.
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