After eating little besides fish the past few days while we were traveling the beaches, Ana decided that I would like to eat some real meat for a change. For lunch, we went to a Brazilian barbecue place, otherwise known as a churrascaria (pronounced: chew-has-kah-ree-ah). Essentially, this is a big meat buffet where servers bring around cuts of meat on skewers like giant shish-ka-bobs, offering to cut sections off for you. You have a token that is green on one side and red on the other, and you can flip it to green if you want people to offer you more meat, or red if you're good with your current selection for the moment. I had many many meats including but not limited to pork, chicken, four different cuts of beef, chicken hearts, boar, bacon, salami, and two kinds of sausage. I highly recommend going to one of these if you ever have the chance. There are a couple of them in the Boston area, but I think Green Field has closed. That's a shame because I went there once and it was really good.
Ana reminds me that I need to go to the doctor when I get back to have my cholesterol checked. Right now might not be the best time for it, as I might set the kind of record you don't want your name in the Guinness Book for. After eating we sat and digested for a while and talked, because restaurants here don't try to kick you out after you're done with your meal. They will quite happily continue to come by and offer you more coffee, water, dessert, or whatever. It's actually quite a welcome change from what I'm used to, where they drop the check on your table at the first sign that you're not going to order anything else so that they can ignore you.
At night, we went to a little bar and listened to some raegae music and drank some beer. We were in sight a giant Christmas tree made out of hammocks that we had earlier taken some pictures of. We had a really nice talk about Christmas and our respective families, and it was great to finally relax after feeling like we were in a constant state of motion for the last few days.
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