Day with the Irish

I had a few options on Saturday, I could have gone to Ipanema with some Danes, a Brit, and an American (one of only two I have met thus far).  Instead of Ipanema I chose to save the R$5.80 (about $3.50 american) and went to Copacabana with a group of six Irish people.  It was rather entertaining, the Irish lived up to their reputation drinking for much of the afternoon, offering me crisps (crisps are potato chips, at dinner they then offered me chips which were fries, all very confusing), and just speaking in their barely intelligible accent (not to be confused with the unintelligible Scots).  Thanks to the group of people I finally had some people to watch my stuff long enough to go for an extended dip in the water.  The water was very refreshing as the temperature outside was 30 C, and very humid, but the waves were quite strong making the beaches rather unpleasant to wade in.  I did spend most of my day laying in the sun, and as much as I don't want to admit, I did start to feel like just laying in the sun was a perfectly acceptable lifestyle.  Once back at the hostel I came to my senses and realized the health risks, lack of achievement, and my skinny body don't add up to a lifestyle I desire.

Back at the hostel, I watched some soccer with some brazilians in the amazing TV room at Stone of A Beach.   Around 10 pm I got hungry so I ventured out on my own to a local sucio (juce bar) for a delicious baconeggcheeseburger and Acai semibeverage/juice/shake type thing.   For the evening, I once again spent my night at the hostel bar.  However since beer is R$5 for 600ml, or twice what it is at the bar on the street next door I once again did not drink many, and still have not gotten drunk.  Its an odd feeling not having gone out on both a friday and saturday night, but except for not experiencing Lapa, I feel just fine with it.  Why spend money and time getting drunk with people you wont see ever again after a week, when you could be spending the time and money creating experiences/memories that will last forever.  

All in all it was pretty good day.  It was nice spending my day with people for a refreshing break in the loneliness that can accompany days spent out on my own.  Even if not many words were exchanged while laying on the beach.  Finally to answer James' question last saturday "what will I be doing a week from now?" The answer would have been lounging on copacabana beach with some Irish trying not to get burned.