(A) Better stay on budget

Lately me and my travelbud have been having an incy bincy bit of trouble with staying on budget. Brazil turned out to be a bit more expensive than we originally expected, still, most of the money has gone to a good cause called food, not alcohol, if that's what you're thinking. Luckily we are still on budget, at least if today is as cheap as yesterday, and let me say: Yesterday was cheap.


Yesterday
(well, last friday actually)

Breakfast in Pousada Alto Astral is by far the biggest we have enjoyed during this trip. In the morning we munched up the fruit, bread, pudding and other wonders preparing our selves for the bus ride to Olinda. The ticket to ride cost around a euro per person, take that HSL!







In Recife we enjoyed a meal with Tulios family before his parents would hit the road to João Pessoa. There was going to be a wedding in Pessoa and we were also invited by Tulios parents, if we chose to go. For our surprise, Tulios mother had already gone through the trouble of finding me and Niklas something to wear, since it was going to be a fancy occasion.







We drove to João Pessoa through trafic that make the mornings on Kehä 1 look like childs play. Seriously. But we made it in time, at least for the reception.


The reception

In my life I've only been to one wedding, a small and simple wedding with little fuss, so this thing took me by surprise.













There we were, standing in this huge room with flower decorations in each table, wall and corner. The room was lit by chandeliers and coloured spotlights. On the sides lay long glass tables filled with every kind of cheese, meat and chocolate.







We ate, drank and laughed all night. If your glass was empty, a waiter would fill it. If you wanted whisky, a guy would make it for you on the spot. The band played all the cheesiest classics while people went for their second, third or fourth plate. New food kept arriving all the time, teasing us to eat more and more and more.













But all meals have an ending: Dessert. I have no idea how many desserts they had to offer besides the cake. At that point we felt like rolling balls, a fact that had nothing to do with the chocolate covered strawberries and fondue we found at the, yet to be discovered by others, coffee table. I dare say the smartest people took the tables next to the bathroom, and may I mention that the womens bathroom was stacked with everything to make a girls life easier. I felt like looting the cutely wrapped pain relievers, perfume and other "necessities".



















Desserts came and went, literarely. Desserts were there and gone in a matter of minutes, stuffed into every bra, jacket, bag, shoe or napkin. According to Tulio, this looting business is totally normal, happens at every wedding, the looters, surprise surprise, being the woman (or the manslaves too afraid to fight back their munchillaz). In our party, I was the one who had to sneak out the loot, the box of treasures that had been pinned into my hands. Now I knew why they invited me: nobody dares to say no to the foreign girl.







So I'd say this wedding was ok. Not my style perhaps, but
a steady good. Most importantly, we didn't spend a dime. One euro, one day, there's budget for you.




Now feast on these:





















































The end.

Location:Somewhere near João Pessoa, Paraiba, Brazil