Não fallo Portugés.

That's a phrase I became good at saying. WYD is over, and I am sitting in the Rio airport waiting to board my first flight. But I am going to continue blogging in order. So here are some great stories from my week in Campinas:

 I was lied to by Juan Diego about how to spell patata palia. It's Batata Palha.

 Juan and Tom are smoking buddies. They found a nice cozy place out of sight of the kids to go smoke. it just so happens to be on our front porch. One day, Tom was nowhere to be found. Juan and I were sitting on the bench, and Juan asks me, "where is mr. Flaherty?" 
I reply, "no idea".
-silence-
J: do you smoke?
C: oh no.
J: well.....today is a good day to start!

I did not smoke with Juan that day. Or any day.

One of the parish youths from SantaMonica in Campinas, Jordy, resembles Nate Reuss. Google Nate Reuss, and then imagine him as a 14 year old, and you have Jordy.

Jordy looks 14, but he's 17.

Ok time to board!