i've got soul but i'm not a solider

okay, so. it's been a while since i've posted anything of substance (and i still haven't publically posted my "invisible man" entry you're all dying for, i'm sure).

since i last left you, spirits have been up and down. i have spent the past week in Salvador, with some other brief time in Recife and Cachoeira. I hardly went out in Recife, although it seemed pretty cool, and we only spent one brief lovely day touring Cachoeira. Salvador, however, has been great. the city is 85% black, which is so amazing for my consciousness and whatnot. the city itself is very vibrant. it's pretty big as well, about 3 million people. we're staying in a hella touristy area by the beach, which has its high and low points.

i'm going to make a list of things i want to cover later, but i'm going to miss something.
okay. thoughts & experiences:
- sex tourists in salvador and fortaleza
- learning about candomblé
- ceafro & grupo mulher maravilhosa
- being tired a lot and staying in and watching movies (mostly american) a lot
- being dehydrated all the time (and therefore being drunk that much easier)*
- the group dynamic...
- the food
- the beach
- "social justice?"
- the "third world"
- feeling numb
- missing people back home and worrying
- should i go to argentina?
- finally eating at a mexican restuarant (eh.)
- my portuguese vs my spanish
- blending in
- the cigar factory


* = i got tipsy and went to an internet cafe and joined a "home alone" facebook group. sometimes i do not feel my time and drunkeness is being spent wisely.

anways, more to come when i haven't spent forever on the internet already. plus i have postcards to send and work to finish. sigh.
i've squished some pictures at the top to distract you from how little actual info there is in this entry. at the top, you are viewing:
top: a statue that i have no info about in São Felix. Center: my mom, my sister-in-law, my brother in the kitchen. what a lovely host family. last: the road to Cachoeira from Salvador.