i be flossin…

in less than a week, i will be jetting to the land of dental floss for some much needed r&r.

and even though im not a dentist, its definitely a possibility that i won’t be coming back.

but can you blame me?

after all, brazil is a country known for many things – its footballers, its hedonism (i.e. carnaval), and most importantly its affinity for the ‘fio dental’ (the dental floss bikini) – thus it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone if i have some ‘difficulty’ catching my return flight home.

‘some difficulty’ may be an understatement, considering the hazards that are also synonymous with brazil – shady cops, rampant violent crime, and swarms of yellow fever laden mosquitoes.

no matter how you look at it, im in for a ‘rough’ two weeks.

(but don’t worry, if anything happens, im planning on nursing myself back to health with a caiprihina or two… hopefully while laying out on a deserted white sand beach in ilhabela) ha!

not that i wont have company to keep while im laying out.

i will be traveling with two lovely ladies – which is both a good thing and a bad thing (depending on how you look at it).

two girls (and one guy) certainly begs to be mugged at gun/knife point – violent crime is so pervasive in rio, that it often occurs in broad daylight directly in front of police officers.

on the other hand, at least i wont have to worry about finding a dance partner to samba with in sao paulo.

ultimately i have to look on the brightside – my trip to madrid ended with a cute girl grabbing my buddy instead of me… hopefully that wont be something that i have to worry about on this trip.

(although a lil girl-on-girl action certainly would certainly spice things up a little…) ha! sorry, i couldn’t resist throwing that out there.

its thoughts (and vacations) like these that cause me to momentarily pause – because i really should appreciate how blessed i am to have the luxury of thinking about three-somes in brazil, while many of my peers are stuck planning weddings, paying off mortgages, conceiving babies, and pondering adultdom.

i should appreciate these moments... but more often than not i don’t.

and my only excuse is... that im still distracted with thoughts of my brazilian three-way. ha!