ABUSING MY STOMACH IN BRAZIL
The people we met in Brazil were very kind, there was great architecture, beaches on beaches and more but the food, my god, the food. Raised Italian, there’s very little that could sway my opinion on my favorite cuisine, but I tell ya, Brazilian food is making an impressive bid for my top spot. Homer drool.
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The sails on the Puma boat, lovingly named Mar Mostro, meaning sea monster. Climbed aboard today for a rather low tempered but fun race against 2 well designed boats and one boat that looked like a craft project. I hate when people fall short on design. Anyway, I digress, more on this to come. So far this trip with Puma has been exactly as planned—we’ve learned so much about Brazilian culture (especially food, well, maybe especially for me only) and the people of Sao Paulo and Itajai.
