It was a last-minute vacation with a friend who called to say “Can you get off next week?” The deal was outrageous and so was the city. I was off to Rio!
This past week I looked for my Rio photos but came up empty.
Despite the fact that it wasn’t on my “visit” list, I loved it more than places that were. It’s a very interesting place.
Here’s what I remember.
The most gorgeous people live there. “Tall and tan and young and lovely” says it all. All that mixing of people makes them more beautiful.
They speak Portuguese, not Spanish but fortunately beer and potty are easy to translate into any language with some sign language. I did just fine.
It’s very beautiful. Nature was good to Brazil. Rain forests and a lot of old history to see.
The food was great and local beer was cheap. Anything imported wasn’t. (Hey, when in Rome….)
Even back then, you DIDN’T DRINK THE WATER! I didn’t get sick. Obviously beer made from that water must go through some filtering process that eliminates the nasty bacteria.
Brazil was where I developed my love of good coffee. I was served an espresso somewhere and I was hooked (probably made with that bad water too). It was rich but not bitter. I brought 10 kilos home with me. Some people bring other…ummm….stuff, I stick with coffee.
The poverty was astounding. There didn’t seem to be a middle class. You were either rich or poor. If you were rich you were with beautiful people in sidewalk bistros, drinking imported Scotch. If you were poor you didn’t have running water, bathrooms and your house may be made out of dubious materials that could wash away in a storm.
I stayed in an upscale hotel two blocks from the beach but it wasn’t a beach vacation. It was cool (temperature wise) and there were more interesting things to see and do.
It was the very first time I saw a thong bikini. Both men and women wore them. It was the 80s. It wasn’t worn back home. I had a hard time taking my eyes off the stuff. (Yes, I too am astounded I didn’t spend more time on the beach but I did a beach walk every day…for health reasons of course.)
Sprinkled in the Olympics are clips of Rio. So fun. Just don’t know what I did with my photos. I included a picture from that era although I’m pretty sure I was in Mexico. (I can tell by the blouse!)