Maracanã

Today was better, at first, with some downs, like when I got furious and left my friends at a restaurant, running back to our hostel. We hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, and when we finally found a sandwich bar, that wasn't good enough. No, we had to have something warm to eat. So we wandered around some more, until we found an actual restaurant. By then, I was exhausted and hungry. We couldnt understand the menu though, it was in portuguese only and the staff couldn't say a word in english to save their lives even. I just panicked. Felt so embarrased lately of course, since my pride was a bit to big to say I behaved wrongly. Feels like I'm venting everything here. Sorry.

The morning was nice though, we walked trough a part of Rio called Urca, very pretty, with houses in bright pastels and lots of old marble. Its really hot here! And Humid, you swat like pig. Sigh. Not looking so very pretty! ;)

But then, My best friend and I went to Maracanã! Just... wow. We watched Flamengo vs Palmeira, and Flamengo won 5-2. It felt nice to see a game where you didn't have your heart with any of them, we could cheer for anyone. We were in a veritable SEA of black and red though, so we decided that Flamengos were our team! It was insane, 70000 people and nowhere near full. They played like crazy, defenders running all over and cheers from the stand as soon as anyone in Flamengo was even an inch from the ball. They sounded like they had lost someone close to them when the team missed as well.