Dear beloved fans (and mom),
Today was not the most interesting day here in Brazil. The parents woke up at 7:00 in order to bike to the sugar loaf, while we (the kids) stayed asleep. Once we woke up, we went to Ipanema Beach. We played some soccer volleyball, which is volleyball but you can't use your hands, then we went in the water. We could only go in so much because the waves where absolutely enormous, and there was a huge undertow. We were there for 2 hours, then we left to watch the first game. We then walked to a restaurant for lunch,where most of them had pizza, but I had chicken.after lunch, me and my dad went on a bike ride from Ipanema to the end of Copacabana and back, and on the way there we went by the fifa fun fest. It was absolutely packed on the bike path, and we practically had to walk our bikes to be able to get through, but not without a couple of people swearing at us in a couple of languages. After our ride, we met up with the Mizrahis and went to play beach soccer on a beach. Once we were done, we went to Bob's Burgers, which was okay. Now, I am watching the end of the last game and blogging to all of you.
With Great Love,
Ben
Luis al Amarelar da Cagada here responding to his grandson's earnest efforts to keep his adoring minions informed. I am proud to say that your writing has improved by leaps and bounds. You are, however, still a work in progress. Did you know that a Jewish fetus is not considered viable until he gets his first degree? But, I am digressing.
ReplyDeleteThe purpose of this particular comment is to share with you some thoughts on the U.S. blowing that lead to Portugal. Yuck!*!
More important, I am not sure that you or your readers are fully aware of all of the nuances of "flopping," as practiced in both soccer and the NBA. It has developed into an art form that, in fact, owes much to Joe "the Sniffer" Shlemovitz, a hunter and trail blazer in the early days of the Evanston Exploration. With his wagon train literally starving, the Sniffer had mistakenly tracked a Grizzly, thinking it was an Elk. The Sniffer was very near sighted and it wasn't until he actually came upon the bear, interrupting his berry picking, that he realized his error. When the irate bear rose to a menacing height of ten feet, the Sniffer reacted with the speed a cunning of an experienced hunter . . . and feinted dead away. The "flop" didn't work and the bear ate him anyway. I kid you not. More on this later.
Luis al Amarelar da Cagada
a/k/a Morty.
Hi Ben, I know you have left Rio for the jungle... How HOT is it? How much mosquito spay do you apply each day? The photos you Dad is passing along to all of us are so awesome. It's not exactly like we are there with you, but we truly are experiencing all your excitement. I am leaving for California on Wednesday to spend a long weekend with Kevin. Hopefully I will be able to see some other family and friends that I have in the L A area. Unfortunately, I have been a little under the weather and struggling with laryngitis.. This, as you can assume, is NOT a good thing for a singer. DUH!!!! And I have another show in 2 1/2 weeks. So keep on sending me your sunshine. I love hearing about all your wonderful adventures.
ReplyDeleteWith Great Love, Grandma JOANIE
Benjamin, this is my fifth attempt to respond to your blogs. Hopefully you will receive this one. If not, its alot of typed words wasted. I enjoy your descriptive blogs that make me feel I'm right next to you through all your adventures. How does that make you feel? I'll continue to enjoy reading them while I'm sitting back and enjoying my slurpee. Stay thirsty my friend!
DeleteSlurpee...yum.
DeleteHave you seen my show dog Lola on the Copacabana?
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