My Brazilian "WALK OF SHAME" Barefoot..carrying my "Dirty Boots"

After a rough night at the club, Matt is missing and I have no way home. I end up taking scary taxi ride with a cabbie who doesn´t speak english. Oy!

I stayed on gutos couch (for PART of the night), and woke up to a great veiw of the lagoon...

After an adventure and finally getting back to the hotel, safe...I took off with all the girls, to get "lost"...and by that, I mean "lost" on purpose.

I hate busses! I'm not really feeling too well, im in a crowded bus, standing, no...swaying, and there is NO ventilation. We eventually maKe it to centro, we lost Christina, and had a VERY hard time finding a bank. We finally found our way to Campeche to watch the Brasil/France game which was our original goal for the day.

Campeche is gorgeous! We have to get over to that island tues or wed next week, for sure!

Brazil loses! and it's VERY sad..... i didnt think i was going to be that bummed, but when the whole city is involved, how can you not be?? We ate, and ate some more, and drank, and ate... what a day! A good little girls day...

Instead of heading back to the hotel after we found our way to lagoa, (on busses again of course) We decided to push it through the night, MORE samba dancing and FANTASTIC music at Santa Catarina, which is a bar across from peperoni... we had a blast!

Ohhh.... and we met a brazilian guy named robert (cutie!) with and austrailian accent. Interesting to say the least. He explained that he had learned english while studying in Sydney, he kept saying "mate." Again, the whole situation was pretty comical... He was proabably lying.