Day Seven--the Remix: Carne! Carne! (Meat!)

"Churrascarias" (grill houses) are super popular, as I mentioned before. We found one for dinner tonight. You grab some salads at a salad bar and wait for the skewers to come: chicken, fish, pork, hot dogs (!), chicken hearts, wild boar, other game, and almost every cut of beef you could imagine (including filet mignon). The waiter just goes around the table and slices off meat chunks--I've never tasted meat like this [insert appropriate sexual joke here]. I don't know what they do to it, but it's phenomenal. Maybe the cows are happier here? It's just amazing. And all that for about R$20 ($10 USD).

We went with a couple of people from the pousada and they speak Portuguese mostly. They're teaching us more in just a few days than we ever learned in formal classes. And, of course, they're teaching us the good words:

fode se = fuck you
bundao = asshole
legal = cool
beleza = awesome
mea boca = jackass/moron
cerveja = beer
mazuma = one more (drink/beer/caipirinha/etc)
macanha = pot (apparently the best pot is found in the north near Salvador b/c that's where the PLANTATIONS are--plantations? Brazil is beleza!) ;>

Those words should do for awhile... at least they'll work at the bars this weekend! :>

[And while sitting here, I met Tariq--a Moroccan guy who speaks French fluently and some good English. Between Arabic, French, and English we had a nice conversation].

What to say? Nao sai (I don't know). Brasil es maravalheiro! (marvelous)

(Pictures soon. I promise.)