That afternoon, we met up with Fabiana, her boyfriend, Carl, her brother and his girlfriend. They all wanted to rest a little so they would be ready to go out that night. Eric and I welcomed the chance to go out to the Pousada's pool for a little while and relax in the sun.
This is Carl and Fabiana. Fabiana is one of the secretaries in Eric's office, and her boyfriend, Carl, just came back to Brasil for 6 months from Sweden to study Portuguese and be able to spend some time not-an-ocean-apart from his girlfriend. (It made our 1 year of dating Iowa-Georgia seem really not so long distance anymore!) They are both really nice people and we had a lot of fun with them!
Curiosity got the best of us and we had to try the cachaça and honey. I thought it was pretty good, but I was in the minority with my group. They decided caipirinhas are much better.
After a while, we decided to walk down to the main street where all the parades take place. The first parade was a pretty simple one compared to the others we would see through the next 3 days. But the participants were having fun!
Another parade started pretty quickly after that first one. This one had a theme of Brasil's early history. It depicted poor treatment of the slaves, the Portugal crown ruling over the country, and then Brasil's independence at the end. It was really nicely done and the costumes were great.
After the parades, it was about 11:00 and we hadn't had much to eat yet, so we made our way up the street to where a lot of food tents were set up. They had actual refrigerators to store their uncooked meat in, so we felt a little better about eating from there versus the guys grilling on the sidewalks storing meat in busted up styrofoam coolers. As we were walking down the street (which appeared to be closed off to traffic, for goodness sakes there are tents set up in one lane of the street and tons of people walking around!), Eric was discussing with me the hotdogs and how they appeared to be in some sort of spicy sauce and how he thought he might want to try one of them. Next thing I know, he lets out a yell. A loud yell. And we discovered that he doesn't yet think in Portuguese because in this moment of panic he was yelling out English words. I looked up to see a car stopped...on top of his right foot. The woman driving the car stopped when he started yelling (just as she started to run over the side of his foot) and was just staring blankly at him as he yelled at her to get off his foot (in English). She finally let off the brakes, Eric's foot became free, and he began jumping around on one foot, continuing his English ranting. He had drawn quite the crowd at this point - everyone staring at the crazy American (only one or two others actually saw the car stopped on top of his foot.) After a few minutes he decided nothing was broken and he would be alright, so he got some chicken on a stick and we started walking back up to where the band was set up. Here is a picture of the damage. You can't make out much in the picture but that is a bruise in the shape of tire treads just in front the the ankle bone.
He was sitting on the bed as I took the picture, and then he asked me if I'd bring him some water to drink. I must have given him that "you have 2 legs" look, becasue then he said, "I was run over by a car today!" Alright, it's not everyday you get to use that line. I figured I'd let him milk it for one day.
So in summary, Day 1 of Carnaval: Eric gets run over by a car. (I really wish I had it on video too, because I am cracking up at the scene just thinking back to write about it! No, it wouldn't have been funny had he been hurt, but he wasn't. So in hindsight, we both agree it was just absolutely hilarious!!!)