Just a short walk from our hotel in Fortaleza, the bright
lights of the cities skyline bounce brightly off the cool, black water of the
Atlantic Ocean. The colorful
creatures of Fortaleza’s nightlife gather along the boardwalk and entertain
passersby with warped sexiness and magic tricks.
Tonight we walk in their midst searching for trilling night
of fun in honor of fellow cast mate, Diego’s birthday. We’re hit with the strange paradox of
watching yellow and orange bands of li...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
