concusion?

/sitting/outside at a bar never appeared so dangerous. i was sitting at a table with some friends in my exchange group. i get wacked on the head. fall out of my chair. lost almost all the blood in my head. [not a good feeling.] in bewilderment. i grab my head and look around for whatever man just beat me with a bat. see nothing. we look around. the table next to ours holds up a nice wopper-sized mango.

/mangos/are very dense. heavy. hurt when they fall 30 feet out of a tree on your head. taste incredible. 3 fell. 1st one. had no victims and i got to eat it. it was the best mango i have ever had. 2nd one. i was not so lucky. 3rd one pelted the table. we promptly left.

/naked/men were the key attraction of the play. CIEE, the study abroad program. took us to a play about racism in bahia/brazil. it was interactive with the audience. somehow. [unfortunately. i understand 3/4 of what is spoken. slash. not that much. quasi nada when they were singing.] 1 naked man comes on stage very proudly strutting his stuff. singing. speaking. a choir is formed and the men start singing - in english, ´´sucky my dicky.´´ meanwhile. the women are groaning singing.... more extreme racial and sexual things are said. 4 naked men take the stage dancing as much as possible. while. a woman sings, ´´eu sou super-legal´´ = ´´i am super-cool.´´ enough said.

/ps/celesse and i spent 4 hours planning our trip. rio to iguazu falls. visit the brazil, argentina, and paraguay sides. bus to buenos aires. arrive the 23rd for the burthday of andrew parker... yes. [see nadi and kate!] boat to montevideo in uruguay. back to brazil. porto seguro. [i hear it has a rollercoaster you can control the speed?!] florianpolis on the island of santa catarina. back to rio for indira´s bday. holla.