Friday was dedicated to beach time. After clearing out our cabins, we loaded up the vans and headed out to the beach. Glicoes, Pat and I set out to catch us some seagulls. How does one go about catching a seagull?

1. Dig a large hole, large enough for 1 pat to lay down in
2. Bury pat such that just his head is sticking out and his hands are laid in front of him
3. Using a towel, cover his head such that just his eyes are visible
4. Sprinkle potato chips on the area near where his hands are
5. Wait.

Unfortunately, we got caught on step five. While we attracted a good flock of seagulls, don’t let their small heads lead you to believe these are dumb animals. They seemed to smell Pat out and happily munched on the stray potato chips while avoiding the large pile directly in front of the hidden Seagull Monster. We tried for an hour, but no luck. Pat claims this method works only about 50% of the time.

We caught up with most the rest of the group who were sunbathing up the beach a bit. I sunbathed a little before deciding to go on a walk to ignore certain realities occurring around me. It hurt. Most of the group was ready to go, but a few wanted to stay longer. I said “fuck this” and went back to the van and told Jon I had swore her off. It’s over and it felt good.

We ended up leaving some behind as we drove to the hotel. I ended up driving back to pick up Sachin. Son a bitch

Joe, Sachin and I found a quaint little strip mall that had a Portuguese and a well hidden Brazilian restaurant as well. We brought the rest of the group from the hotel back over. The prices looked steep based on the outside of the restaurant, but a lady drinking a pitcher of beer with a friend outside assured the place was good. That was good enough for me - “we’re going here”.

The food was beyond good - it was great. I had a dish of Paella and split an order of banana fritas with Nia. I don’t care that the singer and guitarist were out of tune - they rocked and made my night when they sang The Beatles while I enjoyed a glass of Brazilian red wine.

Nia said something that caught my ear. She was honestly upset that she had worked hard this entire week and had not gotten any blisters. I liked that. I, too, had not gotten any blisters, but I know I gave it my all. This has been the best spring break ever.