Chave was right. These days were filled with activities far from sex. Here is a brief description of some more interesting things that happened:

Sao Paulo: A female friend took me to a bar on Sunday night. We parked right next to Café Photo. I only knew this after she mentioned it too me. Wow this place is big and high end! Unfortunately I would only see this place from the outside and the closest I got to the door was passing it on the way to the bar next door called Villa Rosa. She told that “men go in there to look for putas.” I asked who were the putas and she said mainly college girls.

Apparently since it is closed on Sunday, a lot of the freelance GDP’s will hang out at the bar.

The rest of this part of the trip was pretty boring. There were a few museums, many local beaches, lots of dining out and way too much CAMELTOE! It seemed like the women of the entire country of all ages are into wearing tight spandex type pants.

It was so hard to get through this time. I could only think about Rio.

Ah yes, the well-known phenomenon: you're ruined for life. Happens to the best of us.