The entire city has become something else entirely. I’ve only been talking about the games when the city itself is a whole new place. It’s entirely over run by tourists (not really sure what I’m considered anymore). This means drinking and parties all night every night in the tourist areas, Barra primarily. It is so fun, it’s like senior week with other countries, being legal, cheap booze, and no open container laws.

20140617-162157-58917499.jpg FIFA workers on night shift.

Made a guest performance at an outdoor restaurant.

Canadians we befriended.

I’m surprised by the large amount of Australians and New Zealanders out here. We’ve met tons and they’re all great, and really cute. Accents kill me. The taxis have tried to jack up prices and one girl was in fact called “stupid” by a taxi driver when she fought with him. The bus drivers have been much nicer. I’m not sure how one got in his head that we were lost, we weren’t. He called his friend who speaks English, while driving a public bus, to find out how we were lost and how to help. I repeat, we were not lost.

Now, between all the free drinks, skinny dipping in the ocean, going on stage, hanging out on our dock, eating homemade cakes our maid makes for us, going to World Cup games and fan fests, working on our samba moves, and smashing bottles (well just me that one time) we have been still going to classes. Traffic has become a MESS and getting anywhere far is nearly impossible. Luckily, tomorrow is our last day of classes and then we’re completely free and maybe I can sleep for more than 2 hours.

Now for a new segment, what creative ways have the locals found to hit on us:
-We’re in the bus and they stick their head through the window while stopped in traffic to try to talk to us.
-Taxi drivers, with their passengers, creating a traffic jam to yell things at us.
-I only saw this one, but a bus driver honked and tried to wave and hit on a girl walking by. He was on shift with passengers.
-“Can I kiss you?”
-“your hair… So blonde” *reaches to touch my hair* (I am in no way blonde or let him touch my hair)
-“damn girl, you can shake that booty” (I was standing talking to my friend, there was no dancing involved at all)
-We’ve had line ups. They’ll wait until we chase the latest annoyers off so they can come talk to us, in turn.
-“I love you. Do you know what that means?! EU AMO VOCE”
-“PORTUGUESSAA?!” (Nope, not Portuguese)
-“Portuguese? Español? Ingles?” As a 40+ guy chases after me while I’m with my entire family at the mall, Brazilian mother, father, and roommate.
-The most common is simply, “where are you from?” Which can actually get super interesting “Oh where in the US? …. How do you say, vampires?” Yes in fact I am from Transylvania in Romania. That is correct.

Okay so they’re actually not creative, just have no boundaries and it’s actually hilarious when I’m intoxicated enough not to be annoyed. It’s easy to chase them off though, it’s not like it’s scary. Flattering even for the first 5 minutes. But now just really annoying.

Also, I have yet to see a riot. I’m disappointed, it’s whatever.

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My second game!

Well today was weird. It was Germany vs Portugal and I went with just one of my friends. Cristiano is hawwwwwt.

First off, what I learned about Germany:
-German is absolutely nothing like the English or any of the Romance languages so I couldn’t understand squat.
-They rage, hard. Extremely fun people.
-Lastly, they’re really hot.
-I need to go to Germany.

I had a seat in the lowest bowl completely surrounded by Germans on one side and coke on the other. Coke had these kids decked out, head to literally shoe, in Coke gear. They sat on their phones almost the entire game and looked really uninterested. They did cheer once when they were given, what I presume was, free coke. I was also in the last row, people stand around the last row a lot if they have shit seats. Which means people were constantly breaking my personal space and giving me a headache. Needless to say, I’m in a WONDERFUL mood.


After the game I couldn’t find the kid I went with. After being hit on by everyone from a 40 something from Minnesota to one of the workers I gave up and walked home. When I was talking to one group the one guy only knew how to say “fuck her, baby” in English. That was it. We had a great convo. Did I mention walking in there was a man who I assume was working standing up on this platform yelling into a megaphone “Linda Linda..” At girls. That means pretty/beautiful/gorgeous girl. Like, what? Anyway, out on the street there was something like a carnival going on. “Like a carnival” is the key there. There was a band playing, capoeira, guys on stilts, and a lot of strange things I didn’t understand. Like this giant robot.


My first World Cup game!!!

2 teams
6 goals
48,173 fans
4 of them asked to take pictures with me
3 others tried for kisses
1 bought me a beer
Amount of fun I had? Priceless. Infinity?

(Lolol sorry I’m lame)

But really if you told me 2 years ago I would be at a sporting event alone in Brazil, jumping up and down, screaming, drinking over priced gross beer without once checking my phone or time… I would never in a million years believe you. In fact no one probably even believes me when I say “I watched the whole game”. Okay, so I admit I’m pretty bad at routing for teams, despite being in Spain colors it’s just too much fun not to cheer for every goal when you actually don’t care who wins… España vs Netherlands, they’re both great!

The stadium is less than 2 miles from our house so we just walked. Traffic was bumper to bumper, some buses even turned around, made everyone get off, and said they were going somewhere else bc it was so useless. When we got there all around the stadium plaza was different things set up by sponsors and that alone was really cool. We met a bunch of Spaniards running around with a flag with “doggie” (use your imagination, and get it in the gutter). They were hilarious and sweet though.

I went with 2 other girls and we all had seats far from each other. Before you start worrying (mom) I felt COMPLETELY safe the entire time. We got to go down to the bottom at the start though and get pictures.

Everything I brought was tucked away on my body but the two other girls brought purses and we were all completely fine. Seriously the whole “Brazil is dangerous” thing is really “Brazil can be dangerous if you are an idiot, don’t be an idiot.” Also the stadium was SOOO NICE. All the things you hear, at least in Salvador at Fonte Nova, are dead wrong. My seats were in fact there and the entire structure was completely finished and extremely easy to navigate.


So for anyone ever going to a World Cup in the future:
1. You don’t need your ID of any sort. They barely checked the tickets whatsoever.
2. There were tons of empty seats all over and it turned into a free for all. Do whatever you want.
3. It really doesn’t matter what you wear. I saw some random shit that had nothing to do with the game.
4. If you are a white American girl, even though you’re safe, you will be hit on. A lot. Like a disgusting amount.

Which brings me to the final topic I wanted to voice my opinion about (rant): what the hell people? I thought other countries had had enough of Americans… I mean as far as our dominance on the culture of the world, our cockiness in general, and our involvement with other countries: we’re not exactly the nicest country to say the least. I would be sick of us… But no. Despite the fact that I was with two beautiful girls, Asian and Latino, I managed to receive most of the attention with my pale skin, light hair, and light eyes. As I mentioned in the beginning random men were coming up to me asking for pictures, one guy even bought me a drink. Granted I know I’m decent looking, but it was definitely because my skin. For gods sake there were signs all over the World Cup “say no to racism”. It’s the 21st century and that’s still necessary, pathetic. I didn’t realize just how precisely I look like the picture-esque American either. It’s not just white, kids from New Zealand, Australia and the UK seem to have a similar reaction when I see them out here, it’s the “USA” thing. One kid from England even tried to pretend to be an American, losing the accent to talk to me at a club. I love people of all color and cultures… I usually think they’re more beautiful in fact. I just think it’s so stupid, I’ll never be able to fully wrap my head around it.


Today the World Cup has officially begun, and it. Is. Awesome. We woke up, showered, put on our yellow, and began the day. 20140612-210735-76055939.jpg
In the residential streets there was little yellow and we were confused… And then we got downtown near the beach in Barra. We couldn’t pass a single Brazilian without them screaming BRASIL at us from about 2 on. Might I add we got caught in torrential down pour on our way there, so we were nice and damp the entire time.
FIFA has these incredible “Fan Fests” set up throughout the different home cities. It was this huge fenced in area next to the beach with a massive screen. There was super intense security, they did a metal detector check but I think it was mostly in case of riots.

(That’s Nicole from our group going through.)

Once inside, it was absolutely amazing. The screen was high enough that anywhere in the massive crowd you could see the game. Plus we just had a great spot.

We stayed the entire game. I can honestly say I hate almost all organized sports. If it involves running I usually don’t care. Except soccer. I was so into the game the entire time. Brazil played Croatia and Brazil winning definitely helped the atmosphere… The entire crowd had quite an aura and awesome “one-ness” about it. I didn’t see a single person not wearing something Brazil.

Something that really struck me was how badly they boo’d the president. At the beginning they were showing the stadium and the players. I had goosebumps it was so amazing how lively and passionate everyone was. As soon as they showed their president though instantly Brazilians all around us boo’d and boo’d until they went right back to cheering for the players. I’m quite worried for what will happen if Brazil loses the cup at any point, I hope its never when I’m there anyway. At the same time, I want them to just so the people finally revolt hard enough that something is done about the corruption and a change is made for the better of the country.

On a lighter note, thanks to the Brazilian open container laws as usual it was also a huge drinking fest. The games are sponsored by a popular beer here so that’s all they were selling inside along with coke. I’m pretty sure coke intends on taking over the world to be honest.

As amped as I am from this, I’m more excited for tomorrow. Look for me on tv during the Spain vs Netherlands game tomorrow. I’ll be the tiny dot in red in the tippy top corner.