Tuesday, Dec 31
Termas closed on 12/31 and 1/1. Can’t find a date. I go to the beach and celebrate New Years with the CH guys. They go to Help, I walk the beach. Who needs mongering…I’m going to Iguacu tomorrow. But wait, who’s that on the beach at 2am? It’s Larissa and her friends. We embrace. I explain my plans to get up early the next morning. She’s got the sweetest, most enticing sad smile I’ve ever seen. I feel a giant suction sensation pulling me and her to the Debret.

Then it strikes me. Like the guy in American Pie II who realizes he belongs in band camp, I’m a monger, dammit. While I hate to admit it, I’d rather spend 10 minutes with this hottie than see some fucking waterfall. Who am I kidding? After a half dozen vodka caiparinhas, I’m back at the Debret and a fucking stallion again.