On the rocks, Praiha Joaquina, Florianopolis, Brazil
I'm really starting to notice the small differences in the way things are done here. For example, when you order a drink with dinner (any kind, soda, beer, whatever) the garcon brings you a bottle and glass, opens the bottle for you, and then pours a quarter to a third of a glass for you. That's it. If you want more in your cup, it's up to you. Don't know why they do this.
Also, there are a hell of a lot of Argentines (locally, Argentinos) here. It's something akin to New Englanders flocking to Florida...if you don't have warm tropical beaches at your latitude, head south (here, it's head north). Brasilieros don't lilke Argentinos, and vice versa. Yet the place is practically overrun with Argentinos.
One last thing, something I have debated bringing up. There is one little part of daily Brazilian life that does not make it in the travel brochures. It's not a big thing, but it does take some getting used to. Apparently, the Brazilian septic systems cannot handle paper. Of any kind. Even the soft stuff that comes in a roll and is usually found in a bathroom. Look:
See the little can on the left? It's not a trash bin. It is dedicated to being a receptacle for used paper. When you do your business and give yourself a wipe, you don't drop the paper and flush it away. You put it into the little can. It's why they ALWAYS have a lid, to prevent certain smalls from permeating the place. In a warm humid climate like this, it's necessary to change this thing out every day or two.
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