Ah, Rio! Rio by the Sea-o!
Hey, Bambino, turn that ol’ jet turbino…
The flight into Rio’s main airport isn’t the thing of legend or romance, is it? But hey, who cares? Because an hour later we were in our hotel, the girls were powdering their noses and I was staring at this
the first of many, I can assure you.
Our hotel was right on Leblon, and the view (when it wasn’t raining) out the dining room window was exceedingly pleasant
It was raining on and off when we got there so the beach wasn’t too crowded, and more importantly it was cooler: the week before we arrived Rio hit 115, and I was not looking forward to that!
For dinner the first night we ate at Satyricon in Ipanema. After being on a plane for a gazillion hours we wanted something light, so we stuck with a simple meal of caipirinhas, lobster sushi
and shrimp they called ‘scampi’…lots and lots of them
and some mussels that looked like they had grown up near a nuclear plant
everything was very simply prepared and amazingly sweet and fresh.
Yums all around.