Wednesday, October 1, 2008

73. Rio de Janeiro

Date: May 3, 1989
Age: 11


Yesterday was a long day--8am to about 10pm. I was talking about drugs. Too much. Miss you
Love, Dad

The pictures on this card appear to be a quick summary of best Kodak moments in Rio. I think I have a postcard of every individual photo as well (especially Corcovado).

My dad was introduced to Churrascarias in Brazil--those steakhouses with waiters bringing around cuts of meat and slicing them off onto your plate, and you're equipped with a little 'stop' and 'go' disk to tell them if you want to keep stuffing your piehole or not. My father and his wife took me to one in Miami a few years ago, and it was probably one of the most exciting food experiences I've ever had. I've been to the chain restaurant Fogo de Chao a couple times since--not as authentic, but still very good. I was at one with my nephew when he was 11, and he ate so much my mother swore he was going to puke it all up. But I think 11-year-old boys can handle just about anything, and he kept that meat down.

1 comments:

  1. this one got me into thinking....i wonder what would have my reaction been if at 11, i received a card from my dad, saying he was talking about drugs....totally totally impossible to happen....not just at 11...even today...it would feel totally unnatural between my dad and me, that he mentions something like that...just shows how much silence there is between us on such topics....

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