Sou un Morango

Itaparica I keep getting called Camaron (which means shrimp), not because of my height (being here actually boosts my ego, I may be the one white male in all of Santo Antonio de Jesus, but I am also taller then most), but rather pertaining to the color of my skin. Visited an amazing little town called Itaparica north of Saju (that is right, I am hip, I use brazilian slang/abreviations... which are okay in foreign languages!). It is a beautiful beach town, with historic and antique buildings reminiscent of Portugal. The beach was to be expected, unbelievable, uncrowded, water warm, blah blah marvelous. I did but some spf 50 on, but that did not seem to be enough to give my skin a nice sheen of burns. I just keep telling people minho pele e como um morango (my skin is like a strawberry). It hurts, but nothing like a cold shower and aloevera (luckily Brazilians take multiple quick showers a day). Brazil still loves to alternate between downpours and blistering son, but I simple just sweat through both of them and enjoy it all. All continues to go well here, I am learning more and more about the Brazilian cutlure, because of such wonderfully kind people who love to help learn. Off to go home, and get ready to survey about the public health system. Goooooooooo healthcare!