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Monday, June 18, 2012

Walking to the end of the world...in flip-flops

This is the first time that I will publicly divulge and admit to the following:
I have a gift. A special gift. You could even say that it is a super power. It is a special sense that allows me locate, move to and complete objectives. I call it my Mental GPS. I am Mapquest Earth Boy.
On the mission I was selected for the most confusing, address-less areas and inserted and was able to navigate them with relative ease.
This gift is a great responsibility and once people identify you as someone who knows locations and likes maps, they expect great things. Not Batman things, but great things none the less.
Today was such a day. After our wonderful orientation (not being sarcastic) at the ABA, we went to the Shopping Recife to eat and get our cell phone chips. The mall is so large and we probably didn't even walk through half of it, because I didn't see a single soccer store which all the shopping malls are in Brasilia. After receiving our phone chips (and bugging Natalia), Joe (my roommate), Cindy and Jordan and several others who live near us decided to head for home, maybe grab some açai or go to the beach. The idea was suggested to walk home. My alarm went off, that "I don't think they understand the distance we traveled by car/bus to get here." After showing the map, the consensus was reached and we started to walk.
   I was not a fan, but I also really enjoy the people in our group and the opportunity to get to know them better was not lost. We were able to walk by the beach, feel the rain and wind on our faces and see some more of Recife. Seven miles later...............we arrived. I have never walked so far in flip flops before but I have a new candidate for Modern Marvels: The Havaiana sandal. This amazing piece of rubber is able to support the human foot for many mile while protecting it from cement, rocks and any known element of the periodic table. So this blog is dedicated to you Havaianas!

                                                          Help me Havaianas, you're my only help.


P.S. There was no açai or beach. Just lots of walking.

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