After a few days of touristing in Rio, my wife and I headed down to the coastal town of Paraty to watch the opening World Cup match with the fine folks pictured above. They were pretty devastated by the own goal (speechlessness translates in any language), and even the win didn’t seem to completely revive their spirits. Of course, that didn’t stop the party from continuing well into the night–it goes on even as I type this.
Tomorrow (Friday) is a long day of travel to Fortaleza for us, but once there I should get a chance to blog about the soccer here (and maybe elsewhere, stay tuned…) for a good solid week before I head home. Graças a Deus para a Copo do Mondo!