Sunday - Day 9 – November 7^th 2010

 A real Sunday is a day where things happen slowly. There is space, well actually there are no strings attached controlling whatever wild fantasy or deep thought in your mind. On top of that they just come unfiltered out of your mouth. The body is in a mood of total relaxation eventually combined with some coke and McDonalds. This was the Sunday I woke up till and I came up with some points on when  you know the night out was a good night out:

-          You wake up with a dry taste of beeririnha in your mouth and find that your cloth is still on

-          You have to check when the last text message was send from your phone to get indications of when you went to bed

-          All pocket money is gone

-          Blurring memo clips only available

-          When you have a Swede admitting he couldn’t handle the amount of alcohol;)

A Sunday like this is very nice breeding ground for a fun day. After some light breakfast with plenty of juice the beach was the only reasonable activity of the day. Even though we only were three persons walking the 1 kilometer stretch to Cantenas Beach and back with approximately 1 hour beach time it doesn’t stop you for spending 6 hours doing that. I have to admit it includes a fast food visit, coffee stop and not forgetting the time spend deciding what to do. Note that CPU power often does not exceed 5-10% on a particular day like this.
For the log I made the following observations:

-          Even though you walk next to each other we proved that you easily can get lost from each other

-          Germans do like to play with Sunday Ice and simply do not understand the English word “girl”. They tend to hear “bird” or even “dog” instead. I tell you that is distinct German characteristics on a Sunday!      

The day beautifully faded out together with some music and that happy feeling on board.  Like what you should do every day huge warm hugs was beamed up to whoever receive stuff like that. Thanks.