Unit 8 Level C Answers

of how to spend a Saturday in Copacabana



THE SUN DOES THE WRONG (OR HOW TO MAKE A SHADOW CAIPIRINHA) - PIGEON RESCUE lame - THIRTY GETTING REAL AS THE REPOSITORY - BUT. .. Relax, please, relax.

My dear guests, colleagues and / or unemployed general readers. I is building work. I have not had even a quarter of the things I had to hit your brain alert (hey, if you are not careful, then you will see, you lose it) on Mexico and Brazil, when I have to leave for Argentina. So, I came a buzzing in my dreams and I squeaked: pooooonte piiiiilas laas, Sorokin, espabiiiiiila. and I, as I do not want hard feelings with the buzzing night, I made currar today, ignoring the sage advice that says: "Do not do today what you can leave tomorrow."

So I'm going to tell you four things vital for survival in Copacabana. As you can see the main picture, all is not plain sailing: look, look, the dark clouds covering the sky. But anyway, sometimes the sun rises. And there I was getting at, look you. Turns out the sun in Rio (and presumably throughout the southern hemisphere, but as I've been to more places I can not swear, I will tell you when I return to Buenos Aires) day makes its way backwards . Yessir, in reverse from right to left of the observer, not from left to right as we are accustomed. It is vital to know this to know how to position themselves in an umbrella, especially as menda facultatively shade-tolerant, which we Like the shade and let the sun for the tourists. Well, let's see, that's not the sun that moves, I toméis judging by the Holy Inquisition to Galileo: I mean the course apparent, of course. As everywhere, the sun rises in the east, but apparently makes its way to the north:




That is, an impartial observer, with a caipirinha in hand, sees it move from right to left. Details of the caipirinha:





Well, I guess it has become clear to you, my dear taruguillos, so now I can devote to relax, as the swimmers of the photo:



Server and his colleagues prefer to relax, as I said, under an umbrella with a caipirinha at hand. And, while we were in such a compromised situation, a dove acercósenos limping. Poor Dove, cried our sensitive hearts. And suddenly, the next table, was erected two garotas, (one more garota than the other), with a scissors in her hand and began to chase the poor animal. The horror made us shudder ... What will they do, Toutatis, which will make the poor thing? Finally captured, and with the scissors, what they did was cut a wire that had been caught in a leg, so that the pigeon was walking as if nothing had happened. Naturally, broke out in applause:




That could us happy and all day, but, by Jove, I am still a surprise. Throughout the day we had harassed shoeshine-hand, offering their services. Server, all dispatched with a "I like so dusty." But lo and behold, they walk among the people, come up to me one of them, I said my right shoe with emphasis: I look, and a suspicious brown mass covered it almost entirely. Merde! I cried (pun intended), when and how I had planned such a thing in my shoe ... in these, the man I was cleaning the shoe with water and soap was prepared. When I wanted to give five reales (two euros), said Nanay, who were thirty reais, while two others were shoeshine more by saying yes, yes, they were thirty reais. In short, we gave them because they were the majority and hear, but worth thirty reais unless you take the entire portfolio.

The truth is that it should be the only ones who wore shoes. So the people walk in flip flops, as shown:





But let hairs to sea. I now look at the tip of the shoes constantly, lest the practice is widespread. And no, if you go to Copacabana, relax, and, if anything, have a cervezota friends like these shown here enjoying a holiday.






Okay, stop writing, which was grilled to give you soft. How good you are hearing! I have not stopped even once! Questions?

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besazo

Terrasil Review Warts

Two new candidates for "best restaurant in Mexico," Mexico's Flying




I'll make a superhuman effort, dear friends and unknown enemies, amid the sleepy fog that comes over me as a result of jet-lag, also called "décalage horaire" ( anyone know how to say in English? Would it be "jet lag"?) To share with you (whether you want it or not) of my recent dining experience in Mexico. Experience has led me to doubt some of the title granted without any embarrassment last March :

Okay, I do not regret too, I said "maybe." What happens is that now, on this trip I discovered her two will not gnaw Zanchetta (ie, they are at their height, to see If you hear that all you have to explain it). As in the films of the fifties (I love classic Hollywood cinema), mention them in order of appearance.

The first is "La Hacienda de los Morales." Then I took my compadres pm the same day I arrived in Mexico (hey, that I have compadres "sur place"). It's in the main picture and is a magnificent estate. Perhaps not as spectacular as the San Angel Inn ", but with a very colonial taste, as shown:



All ate chiles in walnut sauce, because, as explained to me, now is the time to eat (the Indeed, I learned very well why not eat in February, a place, but you have to eat now you're so lucky what a fantastic time!):





chiles are stuffed with minced meat and fruit and cream topped with walnuts and pomegranate seeds. They should not be low calorie, no, but they are delicious. If you go to Mexico in October, do not miss it. I is that, as I lived in Veracruz, mine were the ceviche, C. parallelus, crab toast and stuff rather marinas. I had never tasted the peppers in question.

The second restaurant in order of appearance was "Paxia"





's in San Angel, in the heart of intense movement and his style is different. The atmosphere is much more "trendy" is full of beautiful people and it is assumed that the cuisine is "new Mexican cuisine." Yo, what I did was to fulfill a promise he had made in the blog when I wrote about the San Angel Inn: I ate escamoles. Yes, dear friends. Escamoles, ant eggs. What happens is that not you hear, is mixed with cilantro and other attachments, you put them in a block and you the jump into the gullet. And what you notice is they are very tasty, but what is the egg and scallions which? No idea.





But okay, I ate very comfortable and I cared not a jot that they were ant eggs. We were five people at the table: each ate a different dish themselves were "new cuisine", but buddies, I kept thinking and recycling my escamoles. All washed down with excellent Mexican red (The problem is I do not remember the name, what a mess)

To close the evening we went to the San Angel Inn, not to eat again, but sausage fantastic margaritas.

Anyway, these trips, sometimes exhausting (eye, poorly designed, at eight o'clock we were all back in the meeting room)

Kisses to all.

Netopia Driverster Gusb2-n

Rio



and patients
Dear friends, I am writing from Rio de Janeiro, and I hope that when you receive this tooodos ye good health and happiness flooded all your pores, while the birds sing and the clouds lifted. I know what you're thinking: but, Sorokin, Relena, what are you doing there, in a lonely hotel room, telling Memec, instead of walking along the Avenida Atlantica Copacabana Garotinho flirting (or at least visiting their slender bodies with your little eyes were red.) I could tell you that I can not forget that our love is stronger than the shapely legs of Rio, but the real truth is that just marked a Carretão rodicio in the restaurant (and I spoke to him last year, and will seek the review), my stomach is about to explode, I can not get in the bed under these conditions and I have already finished the mini-bottle of Chilean red that was in the mini-bar (All mini minus the price). So, here I am, stuck to ordenata.

Well, but what I would say is that my wise leaders had decided that as Mexico and Brazil are both in Latin America, because we would save a trip and we were going to do both in one go. No objection. He who knows, you know. Sure, they (and me) think that the flight from Mexico to Rio would be a tontuna, long, but tontuna, but, hey, is far more liadillo than it seems. There are no direct flights, which is shocking. You have to catch you a plane of such a "Copa Airlines to Panama, spend three hours at the airport in Panama, and then take you another plane to Rio Total, about twelve hours. A server, which is a hopeless romantic, completely invaded by visions of Humphrey Bogart Lauren Bacall in linking to some obscure place in Central America, the prospect did not seem wrong. Guaaaa, I saw me in an old DC3 landing in the jungle while a coconut tree behind Lauren appeared saying: whistles if you need me, you know Sorokincillo whistle? But it has not been one, and leave us no place either for the illusion. Panama Airport is one bordering on modernez Futurism and Cup planes are small but modern.



The first part of the flight, from Mexico to Panama has been very heavy, and in general we were well treated. True that we invaded the question of whether one of the hostesses was mudita or just stupid, but in the end we found that just sat off in the corner to filing her nails and, of course, a very thorough and important work could not lose their time to speak to a mob as Mende and his colleagues. So we relaxed, we are not invisible, they are invisible! Besides

Miss vinaigrette filing her nails the rest, well. The other flight attendant (take note, what if this sounds like a fifties?) Gave us some good dishes:



entry. Ham, asparagus, Chilean wine



The main dish, tortellini stuffed with ricotta on a bed of spinach with melted cheese, Chilean wine. Not that this is the fun, but what are other lines on their flights is a super luxury.

The second part of the flight, seven hours from Panama to Rio is much more Plastaz because you have to make superb effort to get some sleep (leaving at nine in the evening of Panama and arrived in Rio at six morning. If you can not leave the accounts taruguetes ones, consider, please, that two hour time difference between the two cities)



Sorokin The painful awakening at about four o'clock

Well, and I'll shut up and go to on that morning I have to get up early (again). In short, if the hazards of life you have to have to take a flight on Copa Airlines, ofusquéis you not, that's pretty good. And if you touch the Miss vinaigrette favod pod, let him a raspberry on my part. Kisses