My weekend: a quasi pubertal idol and now, of truth. On Saturday at noon I arrived at my new shop with my new key and inultimente spent five minutes trying to open the door. Chancy called for advice, but give telephone advice on how to open a door is almost as absurd as calling for them. I decided to ask the first person who happened to open it for me and to my surprise, on turning, was quick to my rescue Julian Legaspi. It was too late to not talk because my gesture of rapprochement had been decided and he was pleased to help a damsel in distress. To my shame, opened a second, and to thank him, he replied "nothing, linda ", staring into his eyes. Thirteen years ago I had moved too, but now begins to have gray hair and I do not see national telenovelas. In addition to Renato Rossini always preferred, but my new neighbor touches me in his attitude of serene lover neighborhood life.
My Sunday afternoon was the most wasted of the last decade, glued to my TV and couch, but for the luck to have met Rell Sunn, a documentary seen through the channel of the state. Rell Sunn was born in 1950 in Hawaii, was one of the women founders of the Association of Surfing Professional Women in 1979 and the first female lifeguard in Hawaii. De girl had to compete against men because there was no the women's category and won even after returning from a strong operation, because at age 32 was diagnosed with breast cancer, giving an extra year of life. Dealt with that before the strangeness of the people as the disease was not common then, and had to endure the loss of a sponsor when performing a mastectomy, while caring for her daughter as a single mother, and organized table tournaments for children, talks on the detection of tumors for women (defying the custom of his country not to mention the evil that do not grow) and gave rehabilitation sessions for the elderly. Despite the many operations he performed, including a marrow change, Sunn never stopped surfing, and Makaha home (where she was named Queen of Makaha, or Auntie Rell) witnessed constant changes suffered by his body, what never changed was to develop his life on the edge sea, and swimwear. It was shocking to see the strength and humility that had Sunn, but especially their ability to maintain backward sense of humor in unlikely situations such as where, when asked by a child on the shore "What are you looking, Anti Rell?" She responded without hesitation "my breast," for the loss of dentures or caps to cover the baldness in the waves were not rare. And while moving to his inability to find the hat he wore, left the sea weeping and went straight home to return the next day and find that everyone on the beach wearing the same hat she needed. Rell Sunn was beautiful and had an incredible combination of seeking change through concrete actions and a great respect for tradition and identity of their country. Dancing the hula and Hawaiian name "Ka-polioka'ehukai" meant "heart of the sea." He died aged 48 in 1998 and as Madonna sang (another idol) later on channel 23, although "it` s so hard to find someone to admire, occasionally happens and is a most invigorating relief.
Yesterday night I watched the phrase in a bath I ever wrote on the wall: "Why do not you come?" trying to remember who had been dedicated. And although I felt that was not among those who danced outside, I could not. How strange to think of the contrast between the present and forget what I should have thought of that night. The nostalgia of drunkenness is too powerful.
Nothing to add. A beautiful poster in bright sunlight. And that desire to be that girl, riding a bicycle on a giant ice cream ... 
Paraty Bay was full of little boats of many colors, and these were the winners: No Limits and Flach Dance. I do remember the boat Mestre Patrick, who brought us back to Lopez Mendes Grande Ihla noventero paced techno. That indescribable joy watching the sunset over mesmerizing listening "Please Don` t go "and" Mr. Vain ", thinking of Saturday Night Live and Kristy, in doing aerobic choreography with costumes and school parties where we danced Ace of Base, while nature is synchronized with the beats more pacharaca. 
A backpack that I bought at a strange time savings. How nice it was to discover that "playing" it says "Jump" and hear the word with a Portuguese accent. Brincadeira, hops, brincadeira ... 
Paraty nice thing was the bike. Were everywhere, was the more people cycling I visited in this trip and those who handle my sympathy will always win immediately, so paratyanos I fell of the best, pedaling to the shore, stopping to take with abacaxi Hortel juice or to make way for the children who were flying their kites of foreign models. 
