<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Cold Cape</title><description>Real Life Chronicles of an anonymous beach lover that does not have it all figured out yet...</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</managingEditor><pubDate>Tue, 5 Nov 2024 22:00:27 -0500</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Real Life Chronicles of an anonymous beach lover that does not have it all figured out yet...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>How to get rid of frogs?</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-get-rid-of-frogs.html</link><category>Frogs</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Thu, 3 Jun 2010 10:34:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-3793634697548000028</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscH_C_7sc_SIj5RQVCCrcdcSVtiN1H2JjxDr_iT-7DU9Fv-UnziRLJhxYTiAuE2cDoMYHdNq5vZsJAZoXv3gKcjc8pNCGKdpb-EPwn-b92SjgZqqCMdq7w9F1U6YGNOp03ZpumTP8njo/s1600/frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478556055768426914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscH_C_7sc_SIj5RQVCCrcdcSVtiN1H2JjxDr_iT-7DU9Fv-UnziRLJhxYTiAuE2cDoMYHdNq5vZsJAZoXv3gKcjc8pNCGKdpb-EPwn-b92SjgZqqCMdq7w9F1U6YGNOp03ZpumTP8njo/s400/frogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m not a happy camper. My backyard is infested with frogs. I don’t want to hurt the darned creatures, but I want them OUT OF HERE. Wait! I just remembered… When I was a little girl, my mother used to spray rock salt and water on them… Voilà!  I'll try that!  Gotta goooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyNabUDCQJuaicn4p6lsMkrJLcHchiMhRksyJVWSrctXKTC2soWzR2AtAPob9y9tO_R5TgDigLQTkHiQzAUR5QOXkOGMehhLSccRmh3ZkVD2VUodp2IwCaMkGJvnDxjHZ1T5mYvj1Ryw/s1600/eating+frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478557105244354818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyNabUDCQJuaicn4p6lsMkrJLcHchiMhRksyJVWSrctXKTC2soWzR2AtAPob9y9tO_R5TgDigLQTkHiQzAUR5QOXkOGMehhLSccRmh3ZkVD2VUodp2IwCaMkGJvnDxjHZ1T5mYvj1Ryw/s400/eating+frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscH_C_7sc_SIj5RQVCCrcdcSVtiN1H2JjxDr_iT-7DU9Fv-UnziRLJhxYTiAuE2cDoMYHdNq5vZsJAZoXv3gKcjc8pNCGKdpb-EPwn-b92SjgZqqCMdq7w9F1U6YGNOp03ZpumTP8njo/s72-c/frogs.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Memorial Day Weekend!</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-weekend.html</link><category>Memorial Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 18:12:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-6994546288450209625</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let’s remember the men and women who lost their lives protecting our country and preserving our freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9BuhxOTHDsaeGXn3Xm_om99RpFwlLnpFpOM6dEELLwbND_IGkFyrDZt_eDzyTYhSUUWcHrB6PARUjwxUYcZPAb37D00f5p_D7yH1EZVq1mBep-0Eejc5Y13Gtb2UX0W8xUyatp2Wu9ys/s1600/1_great-memorial-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK - Legião Urbana - Pais e filhos.</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-legiao-urbana-pais-e.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>Legião Urbana</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 14:49:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-4618692708531666345</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The good really die young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjQ2k1hU5aQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjQ2k1hU5aQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK - The Rolling Stones - Waiting On A Friend.</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-rolling-stones-waiting-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 07:48:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-2515547294752736051</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q-G79h8y1U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q-G79h8y1U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Got Tan?</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-tan.html</link><category>Immigration</category><category>News</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 12:09:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-4390657642939646113</guid><description>If you have black or brown hair, and been to the beach lately working on your tan, you may consider staying away from Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475625583794399522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06zARg7_fW0OwcAgZ5LJbOSEF-k0CFI-aR2HcSaz6mdqez8f1YZUlOEMrk8umF6bBm295RGNJ5RoCcBO1-Y2dSjgs6gm-_HCnCqCfNZRDfiKxcANtQVpmoyIEYpQ4E3OtAcQtyTz54L4/s400/Beach3.jpg" /&gt;Racial profiling? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/theclog/tag/debbie-groben/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475630469349964450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUPgUIVJXJQCpXuZBAfCGg1kcX9VajjHTFtlBaZWTx2Aemn1y1zuySvIW2xygQNHvh1-JoltKB9fiKS8hEUCaN3wV0U4jDZBP84KYBBjQzJrla4RHqOBc8N9Sb1IKoPUjyb2cflQ7dYQ/s400/dora.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could it be? Nahhhh… Republicans? Conservatives? Racists? Nahhh…. Imagine that… We are talking about well educated people here&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5cShhYcKQn_VpBerJ0_4vhpn2vWFGIsz8mXlMjBzhULiNlyk9ObEkQtc2STGrriRx7m7FP9TMeXNdXdmmAHVFVa2DTzyG-SryejsaH8_ASfIzVvP4wh_MhzqN3pEEW9pOcTE5OrAG98/s1600/immigration%2520dora%2520the%2520citizen-236361762_hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, very aware of their own &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/politics/2010/04/27/2010-04-27_descendant_of_immigrants_wants_to_slam_golden_door.html"&gt;heritage&lt;/a&gt;, right? But just in case &lt;em&gt;(better safe than sorry),&lt;/em&gt; you might want to forget that dragon tattoo you’ve been saving money for, and consider branding your caboose with your Alien number. (Don't you &lt;em&gt;love that word? “Alien.” I just thought of a great Halloween costume. Anyway...&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475633428709728002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8oHIZT8DwVIbyB2MmLAywK0KI4pgeIOkeAOY-Viuzpo2B80bXI-ZJBFrKuBtO14YjTv3LQWrcBkr5rdwnJqRKL2Li_rVvLUswUv3n9Z8bf2O2qVdX9JCnHyunKUdAtbsj_-k_7WT75I/s400/Dragon-Tribal-Tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475633432404464034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg36vGYHoCvy2lA6pVwhuG3S90zKP1y89Qj5WeSdq4aH9bUEfdV1cKiu-gcGSt7Z8cAieiNwCSFJR3UoZjtXCYc12f30djR8bsXTw72Klvw6lfPorbfUnUNuN0II2zKiGVyKG2v7n7y3bg/s400/Seven-Dwarfs-Butt-Tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjincLqD9fQm6Y8mfhS6DcEL5LhM8S9AuLjFOnfvStCLiFlpJypfNfoshSR6XAT9uypdn_mXc1b0k2uaruGYFOiJyJjTN-J3tvJDEPZA3UdePOzdusiS_mxZI50-PtmrYBVy85Ajh3LGNA/s1600/100526-arizona-hmed-5a_hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475633441393068386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjincLqD9fQm6Y8mfhS6DcEL5LhM8S9AuLjFOnfvStCLiFlpJypfNfoshSR6XAT9uypdn_mXc1b0k2uaruGYFOiJyJjTN-J3tvJDEPZA3UdePOzdusiS_mxZI50-PtmrYBVy85Ajh3LGNA/s400/100526-arizona-hmed-5a_hlarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQO2MIds1FkhKVzCCwTQmx2I0XiFplxJDQKlRVwbH4b4j4Ul1hmMbEIHK-SkG-JuhvzZB1szw7btVSsOcm3zZl8_xW1LT5JsDgFh_1zkOPGS6iOA4Shc-Cuv2nONxOcok0XILIAwQzFw/s1600/080521-eastern-southern-immigration-hmed_grid-6x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475633436536761586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQO2MIds1FkhKVzCCwTQmx2I0XiFplxJDQKlRVwbH4b4j4Ul1hmMbEIHK-SkG-JuhvzZB1szw7btVSsOcm3zZl8_xW1LT5JsDgFh_1zkOPGS6iOA4Shc-Cuv2nONxOcok0XILIAwQzFw/s400/080521-eastern-southern-immigration-hmed_grid-6x3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How easily we forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475681545457315362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaZ3i4lnL9DgSnloVQaj3LTt6az3TCvPJD1fdJt9CtfvwD_a2TcIqjljt2wjPM8lc5c5INNFdldH0arb56WtpVvNsissXQulZdDNUY22WONKxTNG_O-Z-JylKZfVdZeVeaHg86naEDuk/s400/no+irish+no+blacks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY2BadCsOXcgexVxLHY0NgYiHaIgQs7YS6GE6cg-UPsssyAh6mr3dQXYCncwLZBMBW7S9V3vLw92lP2FDXGSWpVJ85f59pzCser51P3ZgUj2PgcwlxWhc-n2BF5ekzDEeT4TyMCZlqEQ/s1600/Protest_sign_during_tea_party_protests_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475690068896067330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtY2BadCsOXcgexVxLHY0NgYiHaIgQs7YS6GE6cg-UPsssyAh6mr3dQXYCncwLZBMBW7S9V3vLw92lP2FDXGSWpVJ85f59pzCser51P3ZgUj2PgcwlxWhc-n2BF5ekzDEeT4TyMCZlqEQ/s400/Protest_sign_during_tea_party_protests_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1bwUDv7Nh9IlXeNaLyayY0NIv5s_WIij5TYPaUqHbGqISR_Mk9n2oDsggtOLlbfjCU69rM9EupKv-l7nlWLzVpTr3TqLe7pcG7L7HGkWyaW0ySSLLiYFKSzzemH55A0D1TY4d2MA8oE/s1600/immigration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475690083735607378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt1bwUDv7Nh9IlXeNaLyayY0NIv5s_WIij5TYPaUqHbGqISR_Mk9n2oDsggtOLlbfjCU69rM9EupKv-l7nlWLzVpTr3TqLe7pcG7L7HGkWyaW0ySSLLiYFKSzzemH55A0D1TY4d2MA8oE/s400/immigration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqtfW8oMkf0gRt3PoZ9fS2dzZsgKxfEvByZ3bdj8ZPFAa_57PBRQDwDmZj0OqY48WEYkQH9ehGimKaUNhh5G8XHmCLP0Cjyn8xnTghzoCy6htVzPzCH7tbfvVs9qM-gILgB1nP9ir7eQ/s1600/127054358_592b1a5f65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475690078714943362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqtfW8oMkf0gRt3PoZ9fS2dzZsgKxfEvByZ3bdj8ZPFAa_57PBRQDwDmZj0OqY48WEYkQH9ehGimKaUNhh5G8XHmCLP0Cjyn8xnTghzoCy6htVzPzCH7tbfvVs9qM-gILgB1nP9ir7eQ/s400/127054358_592b1a5f65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; President Obama mentioned the words, “Misguided Law.” Darn right it is. Sure we should stop illegal immigration.&lt;em&gt; (By the way, forget about Bimbo Land and say goodbye to Consuelo raising your own children for $3.00 an hour while you spend all day putting up the façade and helping your psychiatrist hack up the bonus to fly to the Cayman Islands for vacation.)&lt;/em&gt; But every case is a DIFFERENT case, and this law will be a great fertilized shitty spread for racism, and some Narcissistic, &amp;amp; Anti-social Personality Disorders to thrive; or should I say bigotry, fear, and ignorance? So you assimilated, became acculturated, went through all the hoops and lovely welcoming smiles to become legal, yet, the truth is that some of your comrades just tolerate you. Pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475636161711563922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOHf-qcGDQwhO-xhKXnSdujTVKdeAJmosYgA88DBeiRZFHNUBwTS8jfZ1YLI45nTGkvjd0kxQufTS5WVgWnQL731z_tU_jK-3nsrG8Pd5tZI0eEurnG2gr7paFr9r1JOYFm_wZQkhQYE/s400/ar2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxPQoHpjtdlxWcJ6F_ofkj-jPmzwTMD7TimAmNlJGMWENGzUPlMGMKNVMPAG_fJUiRGXCok5PABdANZkD2xRCllgsRokY478LekiE0wuyEiFre5Iwz_B0Ve_uhyYnqBmPpZ97ReKlYfM/s1600/ar3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475636167994978162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxPQoHpjtdlxWcJ6F_ofkj-jPmzwTMD7TimAmNlJGMWENGzUPlMGMKNVMPAG_fJUiRGXCok5PABdANZkD2xRCllgsRokY478LekiE0wuyEiFre5Iwz_B0Ve_uhyYnqBmPpZ97ReKlYfM/s400/ar3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just hope the power trip doesn’t get over the top and they end up scarring some good folks for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeezzz… Enough of this “papo sinistro.” Friday is half way here, and while this wave doesn’t reach my shore, my @$$ is going to the beach. Just in case, I got the tattoo join lined up to brand everybody’s birth certificates on their backs. Yeah, right... Fala sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QHlx-1htatEM9J-J-Nbt4uCN6qaGPcLGWt9hIzfNKFFaBf4I4ERxPtMM8bxYnI3thPLBpouKabDHCNq_z6Poql178zrXHpOBzm2gTG2kSAvNTGcDxfKOLYjDsrvhq7UTF60dedDB2I4/s1600/miami_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475629683094049810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QHlx-1htatEM9J-J-Nbt4uCN6qaGPcLGWt9hIzfNKFFaBf4I4ERxPtMM8bxYnI3thPLBpouKabDHCNq_z6Poql178zrXHpOBzm2gTG2kSAvNTGcDxfKOLYjDsrvhq7UTF60dedDB2I4/s400/miami_beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* Blue contact Lenses - $25.00&lt;br /&gt;* Hair dye to bleach your hair - $7.99 on sale&lt;br /&gt;* Private English classes so you can learn to sing the good ol' boy anthem, “Sweet Home Alabama.” - $75.00&lt;br /&gt;* Getting your @$$ kicked by the police because your roots are showing – PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475932346170612754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8B0E98_1gCXXnsKOyO-zZcDccBum3Dqs2fl-i8fBRlWaO7x_tbC2h5dXCzoZrcYJaMouT8BOzj3wkU2rSlUPTFcy1AeulF70HKe0ZViwgf6oNborAgJOVcOJ7p9JoUpDIcYGP5__CvI/s400/roots+vogue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06zARg7_fW0OwcAgZ5LJbOSEF-k0CFI-aR2HcSaz6mdqez8f1YZUlOEMrk8umF6bBm295RGNJ5RoCcBO1-Y2dSjgs6gm-_HCnCqCfNZRDfiKxcANtQVpmoyIEYpQ4E3OtAcQtyTz54L4/s72-c/Beach3.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Where did the years go?</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-did-years-go.html</link><category>Feelings</category><category>Graduation</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 07:51:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-5394350920250407425</guid><description>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475545066417182898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVpwK0y-SmislCbAFKHMDcfz0OukZmncTqqdZYU91AXc1Le3f-NfG0cGQRzOl6ljURWW9gw5DKVHAgctKaURY_79Gmu2ezp7vXG5XzTB2t2TT5bcgdmGCS5jM8XJuH9a5iAmynx8Yg3I/s400/graduation2.jpg" /&gt;Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I attended my daughter’s 8th grade graduation. What a feeling! It’s so amazing to see these young children grown and develop into vigorous and aspiring young adults. I remember when my daughter and her friends used to run around the house happy as a lark, watching “Dexter’s Laboratory”, or “CatDog,” eating their hot dogs, trading their Yugioh Cards, and playing Super-Mario without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they are skyping with their friends, texting 24/7, hooked on XBox 360, worried about what clothes to wear, thinking they are in love &lt;em&gt;(I just remembered the horse track TV commercial, “run baby, run!”)&lt;/em&gt;, aware of the importance of GPA &amp;amp; SAT scores to get into a good college, aspiring MIT, Duke, and Harvard, taking honors and AP classes, feeling the pressure, and planning on getting their driver’s license permit. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw them all dressed up in their suits, elaborate dresses, &amp;amp; high heels, receiving their awards, and making deep speeches concerning the future, I was incredibly proud and could feel a whole sense of accomplishment fill up the auditorium. What a memorable night it was! I was also thinking I needed to pay a visit to a dermatologist, find myself some serious hair stylist, and double check if Pitanguy still around. Where did the years go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVpwK0y-SmislCbAFKHMDcfz0OukZmncTqqdZYU91AXc1Le3f-NfG0cGQRzOl6ljURWW9gw5DKVHAgctKaURY_79Gmu2ezp7vXG5XzTB2t2TT5bcgdmGCS5jM8XJuH9a5iAmynx8Yg3I/s72-c/graduation2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK - George Thorogood - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer.</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-george-thorogood-one.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>George Thorogood</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 16:49:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-10626905404954028</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOVS14X3dfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOVS14X3dfA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Road Rage: Hackers Say 'No Latinos' on Highway Sign.</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-rage-hackers-say-no-latinos-on.html</link><category>Discrimination</category><category>Immigration</category><category>News</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 15:04:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-8397135604413332414</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Narrow-mindedness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No comments. You can read it for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37330898"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475287104472519250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bdFvLkLyfJl-geOcFwEvqCKnM_YzqXo2HPtqu-2eHOczAqPEZXeXRM0D1LRN2SCPVYNxttvmMf9u8HEn9UQKP-IpP_2xp53RkB1Q7nMMoevQ97sUUtT6ignSd6e72FOH3J7IjpAbpd4/s400/no+latinos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bdFvLkLyfJl-geOcFwEvqCKnM_YzqXo2HPtqu-2eHOczAqPEZXeXRM0D1LRN2SCPVYNxttvmMf9u8HEn9UQKP-IpP_2xp53RkB1Q7nMMoevQ97sUUtT6ignSd6e72FOH3J7IjpAbpd4/s72-c/no+latinos.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>May 25th - It’s been 150 days without you!</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-25th-its-been-150-days-without-you.html</link><category>Feelings</category><category>Memories</category><category>Mom</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 14:37:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-2677432849745758729</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlIWM6bG-erljxyOuCngE1OaGhkJsREqweKmE4br-ZSaHvJN8L6knbqixs2CkJhbXvlrEZ-25DjtIxFsZ8iiD3iqZvjvSwi_DbqMEg9QQt6O1FT1e5bORZHjAiUzpdomZbHu0gSr0ATU/s1600/alone-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475279323557578002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlIWM6bG-erljxyOuCngE1OaGhkJsREqweKmE4br-ZSaHvJN8L6knbqixs2CkJhbXvlrEZ-25DjtIxFsZ8iiD3iqZvjvSwi_DbqMEg9QQt6O1FT1e5bORZHjAiUzpdomZbHu0gSr0ATU/s400/alone-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s been five months without you mom... No more phone calls, no more pouring out my frustrations or celebrating good moments, getting advice, cracking up jokes, laughing, telling stories, and no more anticipating the moment of arrival to give you that big hug... I wonder if things would’ve been different if I never left, or if they had allowed you to come and see me. It’s all too late now, isn't it?… Forgive me for not being there, mom. I've been lost without you. There's no one to really talk to anymore, and I miss you deeply!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Tá difícil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlIWM6bG-erljxyOuCngE1OaGhkJsREqweKmE4br-ZSaHvJN8L6knbqixs2CkJhbXvlrEZ-25DjtIxFsZ8iiD3iqZvjvSwi_DbqMEg9QQt6O1FT1e5bORZHjAiUzpdomZbHu0gSr0ATU/s72-c/alone-wallpaper.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The love story of Ralph and Edna...</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-story-of-ralph-and-edna.html</link><category>Entertainment</category><category>Joke of the day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 08:32:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-6978059510294286829</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKl2KVtDLO5O0N_c_qzH_X9Unl3cf-5F1ws8BcRp5YfDOAz5TJZhKjtm0HkkDsC101luW5KX7BnmmZAMFu_BL5xI6hu9F2Pzu-V8WT4bOgPA0IGLNlONIuFQpqGZXsHbJhlib21feugc/s1600/CrazyCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475184885002796146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKl2KVtDLO5O0N_c_qzH_X9Unl3cf-5F1ws8BcRp5YfDOAz5TJZhKjtm0HkkDsC101luW5KX7BnmmZAMFu_BL5xI6hu9F2Pzu-V8WT4bOgPA0IGLNlONIuFQpqGZXsHbJhlib21feugc/s400/CrazyCouple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool. Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.' Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKl2KVtDLO5O0N_c_qzH_X9Unl3cf-5F1ws8BcRp5YfDOAz5TJZhKjtm0HkkDsC101luW5KX7BnmmZAMFu_BL5xI6hu9F2Pzu-V8WT4bOgPA0IGLNlONIuFQpqGZXsHbJhlib21feugc/s72-c/CrazyCouple.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK:  Led Zeppelin - Fool In The Rain</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-led-zeppelin-fool-in-rain.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>Led Zeppelin</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 18:17:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-3848927939064972072</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2015S3A-lg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2015S3A-lg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I think the world needs a real OD of love, and human contact…</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-world-needs-real-od-of-love-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 14:50:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-5667535304941460202</guid><description>Lay off the pills, lay off the drugs, and connect with one another… The lack of connection &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(shhh… and money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the root of all evil… Ohhhh, come on! The money thing was a joke… Don’t give me that mug. 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txmb-Tzxyd8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>So…  Do you want to learn English?  Let’s start with the proper use of the word “FU@%.”</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-do-you-want-to-learn-english-lets.html</link><category>Entertainment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 21:18:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-4683121263071226575</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel offended by the title of this post, now is the time to exit. By staying you are acknowledging that you are of adult legal age, wherever part of the world you may be. Wait... Let’s make it the&lt;strong&gt; planet&lt;/strong&gt;. One can never know... In the land of “Sue Happy People," there’s no such thing as overly protecting yourself. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXOXO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EXqPriuHHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EXqPriuHHI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE Break (again): Legião Urbana - Tempo Perdido</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-again-legiao-urbana-tempo.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>Legião Urbana</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 11:09:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-6480733927691889940</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/059HEaYRve0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/059HEaYRve0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK: The Doors - People are freaking strange indeed...</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-doors.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>The Doors</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 10:04:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-3798863204603613769</guid><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3CHi_9sxj0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3CHi_9sxj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>It's Sunday...  Saudade mata a gente!</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-sunday-saudade-mata-gente.html</link><category>Brazil</category><category>Feelings</category><category>Sunday</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 09:22:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-5716633283891807069</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTJcgFfmH17CRcJ_N0ZdAQuyOkihx0kB8gR1mp_F1yTUmQKRcjIE-ojIhkd_wxiZTG5ohPgiyd5AiBMVeFfpRyJ3Iu9lkg7I58xse5ZwgR9YZj6fekkjB3zY2A_pdYmFqq2auhxO2O24/s1600/happy_kids_trans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455733591903474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTJcgFfmH17CRcJ_N0ZdAQuyOkihx0kB8gR1mp_F1yTUmQKRcjIE-ojIhkd_wxiZTG5ohPgiyd5AiBMVeFfpRyJ3Iu9lkg7I58xse5ZwgR9YZj6fekkjB3zY2A_pdYmFqq2auhxO2O24/s400/happy_kids_trans.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Sunday! Way back in the day Sunday used to be an amazing day, a sort of family and friend's day. You knew that either you would be going to someone's house, or your house would be full of people. It was a day to have a special lunch, or a barbecue with your buddies, conversation, music, fresh flowers, or perhaps a major trip to the beach with the whole entourage, where half the kitchen would be packed in the trunk of the car… LOL! Yes, because there was no such thing as going home after two hours or so. It was a whole day affair. I miss those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have the newest TV, a car where my kids can watch movies and plug their video games in case they run out of charge, a Coach purse &lt;em&gt;(that you better believe I didn't pay full price for)&lt;/em&gt;, the alleged opportunity to make loads of money &lt;em&gt;(although I'm still broke), &lt;/em&gt;a set of amenities for my children &lt;em&gt;(who have no idea what it means to actually play outside, and cannot conceive the thought of any fun that doesn't involve some kind of electronic device),&lt;/em&gt; and accomplished academic college degree on the wall. I think you got the examples and you know where I'm going with this. Yet, I'm constantly worried about money, there's no music playing, no family coming over &lt;em&gt;(in fact I missed a great deal of their lives because I wasn't around, and today some of them are already DEAD - the word deceased doesn't do justice),&lt;/em&gt; less than a hand full of real friends, and no special lunch or barbecue going on today... But hey, I bought fresh flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dislike where I've been living for the past 20 years? Absolutely not. I love it! I love the efficiency, the power of purchase, the opportunities, the beach... It's not about that. It's not about hearing the infamous, "go back to your country" overrated line. I can care less about idiotic and ignorant people oblivious about the history of their "own country." It's about choices we make, it's about recognizing that we cannot have it all &lt;em&gt;(unless you win the lottery),&lt;/em&gt; it's about weighing pros and cons and making decisions, it's about balance, it's about venting and expressing feelings &lt;em&gt;(I haven't signed up for the psychiatry "Pill Popper Club" yet, so I have to deal with reality),&lt;/em&gt; it's about reminiscing over a time when things were so much simpler, when caring &amp;amp; loving &amp;amp; being myself was all I needed; when spontaneity, and genuine hugs were part of my day &lt;em&gt;(note, I said genuine). &lt;/em&gt;It's about acceptance and sense of humor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh well... I better put a sock in it... I guess I had my fix for today. I believe I saved $150 in therapy fees.&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday and life is not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjei6DakzAJT2pSnVZ2Lit_eJDRPa64JnfPJszodFJpCc58-T1K81RKhfcVHjIxPf5BYuTMFxfAEZWE0VDQ30Wa2ta20My5Cynm0eqp_bFaxwahGKPfJxvsTePAipt7KaZGFKQc2kDCX3Q/s1600/south-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455839683986498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjei6DakzAJT2pSnVZ2Lit_eJDRPa64JnfPJszodFJpCc58-T1K81RKhfcVHjIxPf5BYuTMFxfAEZWE0VDQ30Wa2ta20My5Cynm0eqp_bFaxwahGKPfJxvsTePAipt7KaZGFKQc2kDCX3Q/s400/south-beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457193831654802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPu9h162yuhwpPC1F0snEll7gIBuByfKBmV5otd8eJ-Td2enN3pWnZ6Jm6nE7oOd0Xtn_xMo1lpyy1IhgZRf3SFXJQxJ53WzLbMrbt2L0xxom2-0kBy1nPYc3tcBSpIyolORg2J81rek/s400/free-hugs1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfCTVHrgeUU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfCTVHrgeUU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNTJcgFfmH17CRcJ_N0ZdAQuyOkihx0kB8gR1mp_F1yTUmQKRcjIE-ojIhkd_wxiZTG5ohPgiyd5AiBMVeFfpRyJ3Iu9lkg7I58xse5ZwgR9YZj6fekkjB3zY2A_pdYmFqq2auhxO2O24/s72-c/happy_kids_trans.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Caipirinha - Brazilian National Drink</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/caipirinha-brazilian-national-drink.html</link><category>Brazil</category><category>Caipirinha</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 20:38:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-3054851585396176590</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-72b-brLW0CjzP7bxXKKOyWrOTQbUBpzGyR72gxvbLygj4cTFuCmXUrP1ytOIxYHuOuEkJSpXIQsSb9s96PSbcv3sKiM9XQ0iWNGry7SUFSYvgDaSJyFt301FbSVcXiemiItas5bc2E/s1600/caipirinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474258604144393970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-72b-brLW0CjzP7bxXKKOyWrOTQbUBpzGyR72gxvbLygj4cTFuCmXUrP1ytOIxYHuOuEkJSpXIQsSb9s96PSbcv3sKiM9XQ0iWNGry7SUFSYvgDaSJyFt301FbSVcXiemiItas5bc2E/s400/caipirinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close friends of mine are aware of the fact that when I begin suffering from human warmth depravation I pack my bags and go to Brazil. As good as I feel when I arrive in Rio and hang out with friends and family, enjoying amazing beaches, stuffing my face with bolinhos de bacalhau (cod fritters), and getting toasted on caipirinhas, the unanticipated time to leave is something that I have to deal with, and once I get home, it takes a little while to get that whole fever out of my body… Thanks to the internet, I can browse around for a couple of days, manage my descent, and ease into my routine… On that note, while cruising around, I stumbled on a Blog called “&lt;a href="http://johninbrazil.org/"&gt;John in Brazil&lt;/a&gt;.” The post was about Buzios, and anything related to the Lakes Region is right up my alley. But what I thought was really funny was the way the blogger summarized the caipirinha, “&lt;strong&gt;Tasty, by deadly&lt;/strong&gt;.” I think he nailed it… LOL! So here's the inspiration for this post: "How to make a Caipirinha." :) Don't be fool! It's sweet, but it'll knock you out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Og8a5lJ2Ri0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Og8a5lJ2Ri0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caipirinha Recipe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/CaipirinhaRecipe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Irohner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cachaca &lt;em&gt;(You may substitute with aguardiente)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Limes&lt;br /&gt;* Superfine sugar&lt;br /&gt;* Crushed ice&lt;br /&gt;* A "lowball", "rocks" or "Old-Fashioned" glass&lt;br /&gt;* A pestle (from a mortar and pestle, or something similar) for the muddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cut the ends off of the lime and discard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cut the lime in half lengthwise and cut out the white pith in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cut the lime in half, and cut one half of the lime into four wedges and place in the glass. If your lime is small, you will need to add more lime to the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Add one to three tablespoons of sugar. The amount of sugar depends on your personal taste as well as the size of the lime you are using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Use the pestle to "muddle" the limes and sugar together. Basically, you want to crush the limes so that they mix in well with the sugar. Be careful not to break the skin of the lime. When you've gotten all of the juice out of the lime, you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pack crushed ice in the glass all the way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Add cachaca all the way to the top of the glass. (It's really only about 2 oz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Use a larger glass or bottom of a cocktail shaker and put it over the top of your drink. Pick up with two hands and shake very well for at least 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Garnish with a wedge or slice of lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drink...and enjoy the best caipirinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PS: A Caipirinha made with vodka is called "Caipiroska." A Caipirinha made with white rum, such as 151, is called "Caipiríssima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink responsibly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-72b-brLW0CjzP7bxXKKOyWrOTQbUBpzGyR72gxvbLygj4cTFuCmXUrP1ytOIxYHuOuEkJSpXIQsSb9s96PSbcv3sKiM9XQ0iWNGry7SUFSYvgDaSJyFt301FbSVcXiemiItas5bc2E/s72-c/caipirinha.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sergio Vieira de Mello - A heart-wrenching documentary from HBO entitled “SERGIO.”</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-wrenching-documentary-from-hbo.html</link><category>Brazil</category><category>Sergio Vieira de Mello</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 12:16:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-4814435567074026543</guid><description>Sergio Vieira de Mello, a Brazilian United Nation’s diplomat and well known humanitarian killed in the Canal Hotel Bombing in Iraq, along with 20 other members of his staff on August 19, 2003. Sergio was serving as the Secretary-General's Special Representative in Iraq. Here's a short preview of the 2009 heart-wrenching documentary from HBO entitled “SERGIO," well worth watching...  This morning, I came across it again, and I thought I should should make a note...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some people come into this world for amazing and extraordinary things…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9UD7ZD7TJ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9UD7ZD7TJ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="424" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Places to eat and hang out in Cabo Frio...</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-guys-i-found-achei-list-of.html</link><category>Cabo Frio</category><category>Entertainment</category><category>Food</category><category>Restaurant</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 08:31:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-7250297811662666986</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqOSKgl8AEKepuJweGmmn2_QpSkARcADM-1GNMutqpWmqu4GoKQovrm6vy1N4s4eS5N6leH2AJZm5f9el5Z_lDpEtHIhSud_qA8R0QxM26qpbJb7iSkZEG91PFQgo3NeSmpvpXgy6Fhs/s1600/balada2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474074777688122050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqOSKgl8AEKepuJweGmmn2_QpSkARcADM-1GNMutqpWmqu4GoKQovrm6vy1N4s4eS5N6leH2AJZm5f9el5Z_lDpEtHIhSud_qA8R0QxM26qpbJb7iSkZEG91PFQgo3NeSmpvpXgy6Fhs/s400/balada2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi guys... I found (achei) a list of restaurants, pubs, and hang out spots in Cabo Frio. There's nothing like the locals' opinions of the hottest spots to have a good time... Let me know your input, and I'll be sure to stop by next time... I'll start with "Cilada Drink's." I loved the name... It's right up my alley. It sounds like such a tease and an invitation to go... Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adega Amendoeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bar e Petiscos. Adega Portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Av. do Contorno, 200 - Passagem - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amendoeira Restaurante e Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnes da Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;Av. do Contorno 200 - Marlin - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-3086&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arcabuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Em Cabo Frio um novo conceito em restaurante: aconchegante, arejado e a comida maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;Travessa Nações Unidas, 29 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bacalhauzinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Comidas típicas Portuguesas, Caldeirada, Picanha.&lt;br /&gt;Pr. Porto Rocha, 31 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-3295&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bar Mané Paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rua Almirante Barroso, 18 A&lt;br /&gt;Passagem - Cabo Frio&lt;br /&gt;CEP: 28900-000&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: (22) 26473776&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: luizpaixao@globo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batata e Algo Mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disk-batata - entregas em domicílio no Centro de Cabo Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Batatas assadas com diversos recheios.&lt;br /&gt;Crepes Salgados.&lt;br /&gt;Crepes doces.&lt;br /&gt;Porções.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Nilo Peçanha, 415 - Lj. B - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-0014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baviera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Av. Assunção, 893 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-5597&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer Brasil Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ref.: 32 Bar do DVD. Show gratuito em DVD à escolha.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Nilo Peçanha, 500 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonifi Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av. Teixeira e Souza, 141 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-2909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowling Point Bar e Boliche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funciona todos os dias a partir das 14 h.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Raul Veiga, 188 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-2369&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Branca Confeitaria e Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais Cabo Frio.&lt;br /&gt;De quarta a domingo após às 18:00h temos Rodízio de Pizza e Massas Diversas.&lt;br /&gt;Salão com ar refrigerado e elevador.&lt;br /&gt;Doces, pães, tortas, lanches, salgados, sorvetes.&lt;br /&gt;Self-service à quilo com Churrasco.&lt;br /&gt;Praça Porto Rocha, 15 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2643-0084 e 22-2645-5885&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bueno Apetite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frutos do Mar, Picanha, Massas e Pizzas. Tele-entrega (22) 2647-0000.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Nilo Peçanha, 408 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-0000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabo Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ambiente amplo. Self-service com churrasco.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Raul Veiga, 554 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-3708&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantina Di Cappri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Francisco Mendes, 437 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-1274&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa da Sopa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ref.: 441 Canja, legumes, ervilha, canjiquinha mineira, caldo verde, mocotó, feijão amigo, caldinho de feijão, caldo de siri, sopa de peixe, caldeirada, creme de camarão.&lt;br /&gt;Disk-entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Francisco Mendes, 846 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-3185&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa do Caldo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira casa de caldo da região.&lt;br /&gt;Questão de qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Grande variedade.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo nos fins de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Professor Miguel Couto, 261 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chega Mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carne seca com aipim, frango a passarinho,&lt;br /&gt;churrasquinho, peixe frito, bolinho de bacalhau,&lt;br /&gt;camarão, lula.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Expedicionário da Pátria, 431 - Lj. 02 - São Cristóvão - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-9983-0018&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choco's Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio com sabor de Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Ambiente aconchegante e familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos petiscos.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Meira Junior, 162 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-4474&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chico's Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Teixeira e Souza, 30 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-5754&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cilada Drink's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drink's, batidas exóticas e bebidas em geral.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Francisco Mendes, 450 - Lj. 13 - Shopping da Praia - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Codorna do Forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A sua Codorna e Costelinha temperadíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Nilo Peçanha, 538 - Loja 01 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-3766&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colher Gulosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Self-service, comida Mineira a 150 m. da praia do Forte.&lt;br /&gt;Rua dos Tamoios, 38 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-4916&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colonial Cabo Frio Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Major Belegard, 624 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-2621&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colonial Cabo Frio Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.: 258 Av. dos Pescadores, 06 - Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-4702&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Zé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.: 128 Trav. das Nações Unidas, s/n - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-4277&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom Marcelo Restaurante e Pizzaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzas, Massas, Carnes, Frutos do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Sábado e Domingo aberto para almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Disk-entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Coronel Ferreira, 361 - Lj. 02 - Portinho - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-1943&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edi Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor Point da noite no Canal.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks, vinhos, cerveja bem gelada e uma variedade&lt;br /&gt;de cigarros nacionais e importados.&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Canal, 600 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-7372&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Toro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av. Assumpção, 334 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2646-4271&lt;br /&gt;Empório São Benedito&lt;br /&gt;Ref.: 121 Vencedor do Terceiro Festival de Frutos do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Raul Veiga, 542 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-3708&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estação do Chopp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo, cardápio variado. Pizzas.Tele-entrega. Após as 18:00h.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Porto Alegre, 44 - Jardim Excelsior - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-3176&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estação Roda D'agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Restaurante, Pizzaria e Cachaçaria. Música ao vivo diariamente. Aberto para almoço.&lt;br /&gt;Rua José R. Póvoas, 900 (Rua dos Biquines) - Gamboa - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-5700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estarli's Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradicional Codorna na Brasa.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Enfermeiro Ricardo Sanches, 222 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2620-1523&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fórum Café&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Major Belegard, 532 - Lj. 13 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-9041&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaijin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Culinária Oriental: Japonesa, Chinesa e Tailandesa.&lt;br /&gt;Tele-entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Rua José Bonifácio, 28 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-2657&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galeto do Zé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Galeto, Picanha, Caldeirada e Moqueca.&lt;br /&gt;boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2644-1269&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Flash Burgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Praça Porto Rocha, 31 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-4916&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Av. dos Pescadores, 2009 - Peró - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-3648&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissifruti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A mistura perfeita do Verão.&lt;br /&gt;Caipifruta, drinks, cerveja e muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Gondole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cozinha Francesa e Italiana.&lt;br /&gt;Rua André da Costa Simas, 247 - Passagem - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-5264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lanchonete Irmãos Oliveira Cabo Frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Jorge Lóssio, 741 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-5078&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louco Sabor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disk-quentinha e Self-service.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Jorge Lóssio, 516 - Lj. 03 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2646-4972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mania de Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Massas, picanha e peixes.&lt;br /&gt;Rua do Moinho, 02 - Peró - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2644-3874&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar e Luz Pousada e Restaurante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rua Jorge Lóssio, 1435 - Vila Nova - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-4025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mercearia e Bar V R S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Bento José Ribeiro, 55 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-3966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millenium Lanchonete e Restaurante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Almoço e Jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Sanduiches diversos.&lt;br /&gt;Av. América Central, 470 - Praia do Siqueira - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2648-2771&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panela de Pedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Self-service, comida Mineira na panela de pedra, com churrasco, sorveteria e lanchonete.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Francisco Mendes, 404 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-7128&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peró Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Variados tipos de saladas.&lt;br /&gt;Delicioso churrasco à kilo.&lt;br /&gt;Pratos quentes.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Peró, 02 - Lj. 02 - Peró - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-9908-1631&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pit Stop Bar e Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.: 759 Rua Raul Veiga, 558 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2646-5348&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizzaria Mamma Flora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodízio de Pizzas e Tele-entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Assunção, 600. - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-2171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizzaria Toscana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzas, massas, carnes.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Vereador Manoel Antunes, 210 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2644-3793&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pousada e Restaurante Comilão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada cliente, torna-se sobretudo, um novo amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Pousada, restaurante e sorveteria.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Antônio Ferreira dos Santos, 290 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2645-1141 e 22-2644-9014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pousada Porto Peró&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pousada e Restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;Piscina, sauna, salão de jogos, sala de reuniões, restaurante, estacionamento interno.&lt;br /&gt;Av. dos Pescadores, 2002 - Peró - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2644-5568 e 22-2644-5871&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raboni Restaurante e Lanchonete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largo Santo Antônio, 39 - Lj. 13 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-9904-5413&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurante Picolino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bom gosto não se discute, saboreia-se.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Marechal Floriano, 319 - Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2647-6222 e 22-2643-2436&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trav. Lions Club, 01 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-1124&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salinas Grill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saladas, pratos quentes, churrasco à quilo,&lt;br /&gt;sobremesas.&lt;br /&gt;Ar condicionado.&lt;br /&gt;Área de recreação infantil.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Paulo Burle, 98 - Palmeiras - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2644-2657&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salinasgrill.com.br/"&gt;http://www.salinasgrill.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samurai Restaurante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comida Oriental, Sushibar e Creperia.&lt;br /&gt;Entrega a domicílio.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Cristal Palace, 100 - Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-5711&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samuraisan.com.br/"&gt;http://www.samuraisan.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sepol Lanches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rua dos Cravos, 32 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2644-0232 e 22-2647-5794&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terraço Pizzaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Expedicionários da Pátria, 431 - São Cristóvão - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefones: 22-2645-1903 e 22-2644-1934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorveteria e Bar Monteiro Machado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av. Antônio Feliciano de Almeida, 143 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-3984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tevejono Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Som, comida e birita.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo, cerveja gelada e muitos petiscos.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Júlia Kubitschek, 5813 - Lj. 07 - Jardim Caiçara - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texa's&lt;br /&gt;Restaurante e Pizzaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O único ambiente country de Cabo Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo de terça a domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Almoço a La Carte.&lt;br /&gt;Pizzaria, petiscaria.&lt;br /&gt;Frutos do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Vereador Antônio Ferreira dos Santos, 202 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2644-2299&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tia Maluca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lugar mais gostoso, guardamos para você.&lt;br /&gt;Picanha Maturada, Especialidades em Frutos do Mar,&lt;br /&gt;Lagostas, Caldeirada e muito mais em um ambiente refrigerado.&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Canal, 109 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-4158&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiamaluca.com.br/"&gt;http://www.tiamaluca.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toca do Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14 tipos de pizzas, frutos do mar, picanhas,&lt;br /&gt;massas italianas, carnes e drinks exóticos.&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Canal, 100 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2648-0770&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonto Bar, Restaurante e Pizzaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Picanha na Pedra, Frutos do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Tele-entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Av. dos Pescadores, 140 - Lj. 01/02 - Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-1886&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trem Novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor Comida Mineira de Cabo Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Av. Teixeira e Souza, 670 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-1265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tropical Inverno Verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-service à quilo a partir das 11 horas.&lt;br /&gt;Venha conhecer o paladar caseiro de nossa comida que há 13 anos conquistou Cabo Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Av. 13 de Novembro, 327 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2645-2376&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Va Bene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzas, Massas Italianas, Picanha e Galleto na brasa, Frutos do Mar, Chopp Alemão, Chopp Brahma.&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Canal - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2647-3585&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wind Lanchonete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praça Porto Rocha, 37 - Centro - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2643-1142&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zatto Pub Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-service a partir das 11:00 h.&lt;br /&gt;Música ao vivo após 21:00 h.&lt;br /&gt;Rua Vereador Antônio F. dos Santos, 1245 - Braga - Cabo Frio - RJ&lt;br /&gt;Telefone: 22-2646-5151&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that every spot has its own specialty, fun, and picturesque flare… After all it’s Cabo Frio we’re talking about here… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqOSKgl8AEKepuJweGmmn2_QpSkARcADM-1GNMutqpWmqu4GoKQovrm6vy1N4s4eS5N6leH2AJZm5f9el5Z_lDpEtHIhSud_qA8R0QxM26qpbJb7iSkZEG91PFQgo3NeSmpvpXgy6Fhs/s72-c/balada2.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>COFFEE BREAK: Debaixo dos caracóis dos seus cabelos...</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-break-debaixo-dos-caracois-dos.html</link><category>Coffee break</category><category>Roberto Carlos</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 06:04:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-8262688531769017478</guid><description>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZUXxF3C1FI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZUXxF3C1FI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>May 3rd :(</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-3rd.html</link><category>Feelings</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 May 2010 13:58:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-2730258359169704558</guid><description>There was a time when May 3rd was a much anticipated day. I couldn’t wait for my birthday cake, friends, family, music, and hours of good old human warmth, and family fun. Today, as I sit here, all that I can do is cry… I never felt so alone.   Happy Birthday to me!  I miss you mom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzqK-3-l_aJvhtYU-W0KgPptxt6r4CmRnran7CcMknFBsV-OgPuxPEBu2ul_E56r4bbq8FshBQY6iFm36sBvm5ogA3JCC3Q-QaUavCy7Zvp_Wg7HgNQ_YlXrf-WyDPmfvJxRgcZ5i6CM/s1600/web18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467107124693260674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzqK-3-l_aJvhtYU-W0KgPptxt6r4CmRnran7CcMknFBsV-OgPuxPEBu2ul_E56r4bbq8FshBQY6iFm36sBvm5ogA3JCC3Q-QaUavCy7Zvp_Wg7HgNQ_YlXrf-WyDPmfvJxRgcZ5i6CM/s400/web18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzqK-3-l_aJvhtYU-W0KgPptxt6r4CmRnran7CcMknFBsV-OgPuxPEBu2ul_E56r4bbq8FshBQY6iFm36sBvm5ogA3JCC3Q-QaUavCy7Zvp_Wg7HgNQ_YlXrf-WyDPmfvJxRgcZ5i6CM/s72-c/web18.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>JOKE OF THE DAY:  The Frying Pan</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day-frying-pan.html</link><category>Joke of the day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 10:36:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-5560029510842612134</guid><description>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465568796196817490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKpN48uc7AKbPONKnpu97MxHq-ck3u6b7GSYxYPhP772Atek2D_wWBZ8AzSFXdGJcQEJLP1PlpKqljaG56RANqi52u3X6hLIqppjtofThFeoiP2nRc7c-YeaMKFVbWG7W2XWdke5IwE4/s400/horse-costume-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Frying Pan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him on the head with a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was that for", the husband asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "That was for the piece of paper with the name "Jenny" on it that I found in your pants pocket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replied, "When I was at the races last week, Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife apologized and continued with her house work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with a larger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon re-gaining his consciousness, the man asked why she had struck him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "Your horse just phoned."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Visit http://coldcape.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKpN48uc7AKbPONKnpu97MxHq-ck3u6b7GSYxYPhP772Atek2D_wWBZ8AzSFXdGJcQEJLP1PlpKqljaG56RANqi52u3X6hLIqppjtofThFeoiP2nRc7c-YeaMKFVbWG7W2XWdke5IwE4/s72-c/horse-costume-19.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>"Brazil 101: Be a Carioca in 50 Easy Lessons" - By Jefferson Lessa</title><link>http://coldcape.blogspot.com/2010/04/brazil-101-be-carioca-in-50-easy.html</link><category>Carioca</category><category>Rio de Janeiro</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cold Cape)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 08:53:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701204164024383336.post-8294855444240665619</guid><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465545139829901698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxh9v5r7PxZo27vgWNeXgy_RF_ikjJ9TcYQucAAT8pP6faVP_o7k5FxJCJF17R5jDBV0pRSYw5LHVy-AZ4ZTCZDJUPBWZfzneHCsAUyBSiRkZGsIznHozxQw7UJZAuClVy9m8Evi3b1U/s400/riocopa.jpg" /&gt;Hellooooo world!!! Wow! I can hear my echo… :-/ Anyway, I read an article really funny yesterday and thought it would be worth to share it with you. Jefferson Lessa is really awesome! Without further ado, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brazzil.com/2004/html/articles/may04/p133may04.htm"&gt;Brazil 101: Be a Carioca in 50 Easy Lessons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Jefferson Lessa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eat a hot dog from a street vendor in the morning. Do you know&lt;br /&gt;anyone that died after eating a hot-dog with parmesan, corn,&lt;br /&gt;peas, onion, fries, raisins, and quail's eggs? Well, then. Cariocas&lt;br /&gt;call the owners of the vans that sell them by the nickname, and are always looking for novelties in lower urban gastronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jefferson Lessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Drink a cafezinho at the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love coffee and welcome with open arms novelties, coffee with a smattering of vanilla or moss, ready to be savored. But a cafezinho has to be drunk at a counter in a botequim, in cups of heavy porcelain like those at Lamas. Refinements are good, we like them, but not when we are having our cafezinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Café Lamas: Rua Marquês de Abrantes 18, Flamengo - 2556-0799. Mon-Sun, 9:30 AM to 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Have a personal story of being mugged to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, unfortunately, is not hard. There is the gold chain ripped from the neck on the bus, the lightning-kidnapping, along with the robbery at the stoplight, with a toy gun (or a real one) pointed at your head. These stories, whether at a party, at work, or at the bar, are told to a moved and profoundly respectful audience. Until someone comes along with an even scarier story, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Be proud of having survived at least two of the following:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The war in Rocinha&lt;br /&gt;( ) The floods of 1966, 1988 e 1996&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rock in Rio I&lt;br /&gt;( ) The 1950 Cup Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Go to Maracanã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrastão (collective mugging), brawls, flanelinha (informal car attendant), Senegalese heat: none of this seems to matter. When it is a matter of the greatest soccer stadium in the world, the real Carioca abandons his reason, trusts in God and goes—even if it is only once. The excitement of the crowd (always described as indescribable) changes Maracanã into an urban icon. But, listen: it only counts if you go to see soccer. Santa Claus show and such do not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Agree on something to do without the least intention of following through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never said "We'll talk tomorrow to set up that dinner" or "Come have coffee at my place" without exactly rooting for these things to actually happen….you may throw the first stone. Non-Cariocas hate it—and maybe even with good reason. See you soon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. See a show on the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's free, there is no muvuca (anarchy) (there is, but it disappears in the sand), the beer from the strolling vendors is cheap. But the setting, so, so beautiful, is what makes all the difference. You never went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Spend hours in line to buy advance tickets for the 'Festival do Rio'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like something for a Paulista (or a Mineiro, Baiano, Paraense, Pernambucano... people that make plans in advance, that is.) The difference is that even after all that wait, the Carioca can still give up on seeing the film: "Ah, I went to the beach and I ended up feeling so lazy…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Run into a celebrity and not blink an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio itself is a star that always attracted stars. So why get all googley-eyed when Chico Buarque enters the restaurant? Or Malu Mader? Or Romário? After all, nine out of ten Brazilian celebrities live here. One who only pretends that he doesn't care has a long way to go before becoming a genuine Carioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Order at Bar Lagoa without needing to look at the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carioca practically knows the menu of Bar Lagoa by heart from birth. He knows that Beef alla milanesa and sausage with potato salad are THE things to order…and for the latter, he knows that the highlight is the potato salad, full of mysteries in its preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar Lagoa: Av. Epitácio Pessoa 1.674, Lagoa — 2523-1135. Mondays, 6 PM to 2 AM; Tuesdays-Sundays, noon to 2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Know someone who was at the final of the elimination round for the Cup in 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maracanã set the attendance record, hosting more than 180,000 fans. The stories are gruesome: people squeezed into the stands, the tunnels congested, the heat unbearable…but how great it would have been to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Join a gym at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't bear seeing those fantastic bodies that parade by us without dreaming of looking at least that good. And in this case, dreaming will cost you a membership and a monthly fee. Look for a gym, tell all your friends, show up (rarely) for a while, and quit—that's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Applaud the sunset at Posto 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those embarrassing things that, for decades, there is no way of escaping. But, let's be honest: it is one of the nicest embarrassments that there is, the embodiment of summer in Rio. Come on, confess: you, at some point in your life, have applauded the sunset from Posto 9—even if you have the excuse of going along with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Climb the Pedra da Gávea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that serves as a passport for a Carioca. With friends, with teachers, with a girlfriend…only those who have been up on top know what we are talking about. Daniel Towersey leads the ascent each Saturday starting at eight. Just call and put your name down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Caminhadas: Sat., starting at 8 AM. 2617-6563 and 9961-6898. R$ 80 (individuals) and R$ 250 (group of five people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Use malandro slang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perdeu", "já é", "é nóis", "vaza!". Purists hate it, not without reason, but…tough luck: Carioca slang, which doesn't bother to match subject and verb, is born in the streets, with malandros (crafty slackers). Democracy Carioca style means that the children of the best families use gang slang without shame. A "vaza" here and a "já é" there make their way into the group's jargon. And then the rest of Brazil imitates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Eat a hot dog from a street vendor in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that died after eating a hot-dog with parmesan, corn, peas, onion, fries, raisins, and quail's eggs? Well, then. A podrão (literally, a rotten one) is great, especially on mornings with lots of carousing and not much money. Cariocas call the owners of the vans that sell them by the nickname, and are always looking for novelties in lower urban gastronomy, which is extensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Have a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not have a favorite beach in Rio? They are numerous and beautiful, but everyone chooses his own, and defends its superior qualities tooth and nail. People from Pepê, for example, never go to Ipanema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Go digging in Saara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to have stamina to make your way through hot, narrow alleys, filled with avid consumers, between Rua Uruguaiana and Campo de Santana, in the center of Rio. Hours later you head home with bags and bags full of plastic flowers, shirts that were sewn in 1974, petticoats that have become skirts, shower curtains, carpets of artificial turf, etc. etc. etc. All for about R$ 50 (US$ 16), at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Love filet with cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget smoked salmon with cream cheese on ciabatta. Ignore brie with apricots, and pay no attention to prosciutto, endive and focaccia. The favorite sandwich of the Carioca has filet mignon, melted cheese, and at most, a slice of pineapple, as in the unbeatable version from Cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cervantes: Av. Prado Junior 335, Copacabana - 2275-6147. Sun, Tue-Thurs, noon to 4 AM; Friday and Saturday, noon to 6 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Give the flanelinha the slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fundamental rite of passage, since nothing compares to the happiness of pulling out of your parking space without losing your hard-earned pennies to the guys crowding the streets. If they help out, OK. If they prevent assaults, even better. But as soon as you turn your backs the guys disappear. To give the flanelinha the slip functions as therapy and a rite of initiation for one who wants to bear the proud title of Carioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Invite someone you have just met to your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, a monument to Carioca-ness. One of the nicest, like a chair on the sidewalk on a really hot day, and a chopp after work. Even nicer when the invitation is not just being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Always run into people that you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to buy something at the corner pharmacy and bing!, there is your colleague from work. You go on to walk along the beach, and voilà !, you bump into your ex-girlfriend. At night in Baixo Gávea, everybody is there—even that school friend who disappeared years ago. There's no explanation—it's something about a beach town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Have gotten unforgettably plowed on batidas from Oswaldo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger folks may not know this, but the Bar do Oswaldo, near the famous street of motels in Barrinha, had its days of glory. The super-sweet coconut batida, worthy exemplar of the era that preceded the boom in gastronomy, is an icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar do Oswaldo: Estrada do Joá 3.896, Barra — 2493-1840. Daily, from noon to 2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. Have a construction worker try to pick you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city has many construction sites, the boys work with other workers of the same gender, it's really hot…you know how it is. To have one of them try to pick you up is so common that it's frustrating never to have heard "You are the daughter-in-law that mom asked God for"—this is in the most elegant cases, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Get to know what's happening at night at the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones who stay home are those who didn't go for the "sand test." Even if it's only at the end of the day, just to be informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. Ignore the people handing out flyers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like giving the flanelinha the slip, but feel guilty, really guilty—after all the guy is working, and spending the day on you feet handing out little slips of paper on the sidewalk can't be easy. The problem is that the Carioca doesn't have enough jewelry to respond to the slips saying "I buy gold", and is no danger of believing the pamphlets that say "Bring your beloved back in three days". Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Eat deer at Capela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic so classic that it is prior to the appearance of the word cholesterol. It might be a little heavy on the stomach; but not on the wallet, since the deer at Capela—a Carioca refuses to call the traditional restaurant Nova Capela—can easily be shared by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova Capela: Av. Mem de Sá 96, Centro - 2252-6228. Daily, from 11AM until the last client leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. Ask for your chopp without a head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to repeat yourself, we know that real chopp has a head. Fine, it's the head that maintains the flavor, the temperature, blah blah blah…But, so what? Maybe it's the sense of having a fuller beer glass. Or perhaps it is just that the Carioca's tastes are different. The fact is that here we ask for our chopp without a head. That's all. Nothing more to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. Be proud of the Teatro Municipal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of those stairs, those marbles, that vaulting….the Municipal is very chic and has excellent programming in popular music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Get lost on the road to Barra de Guaratiba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends make maps and give directions, but whoever goes to a restaurant there for the first time ends up getting lost—whether because he forgot to turn at the "Honey for sale" sign, or because he was captivated by the landscape. Bira is perhaps the hardest to find; and the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bira: Estrada da Vendinha 68-A, Barra de Guaratiba - 2410-8304. Thur-Fri, noon to 6 PM; Sat-Sun, noon to 8 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. Have a favorite juice bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they are not all the same. The juices don't even seem to be similar. There are those where the mango juice seems thinner. There are others, where no matter what you ask, the drink comes with sugar. Some are expensive and some are cheap; some clean and some dirty. Whatever; full of personality, our juice bars are all different. Discovering your favorite is an exercise in citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. Dream of the day when the subway gets to Barra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need to explain why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. Go the beach even when the water is polluted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real Carioca can't believe that you could catch something in our beloved waters. Coliform? Outfall? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. Have fond memories of the days when mate and lemonade were only sold from aluminum drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get your mate, get your lemonade!" A true Carioca can't forget the cries of the legion of vendors balancing drums on their shoulders and served the cold drinks in paper cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. See one of the capybaras at the Lagoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because you kept vigil, but because you live in Rio, and often one of the two capybaras is there, waiting to be seen. The male lives in front of the Parque do Cantagalo and can be seen at the beginning of the afternoon. The female lives near Vasco and appears at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capivaras: Parque do Cantagalo, on Av. Epitácio Pessoa. Clube de Regatas Vasco da Gama, on Av. Borges de Medeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. Have a lunch of 'salgado e refresco for R$ 1'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Still?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you always are saying "I don't have time for anything"? Well, that's the best excuse for savoring—yes, savoring—that deal for a salgado and a drink for R$ 1". Nothing better than a good excuse for sinking your teeth into junk food alla Carioca. You can find it everywhere, in every neighborhood. Make your choice, and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. Always be astounded by the beauty of the city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember coming out of the Túnel Rebouças into Lagoa. Or when your car enters the avenue by the bay of Guanabara, in Urca. Or the ocean seen from the viaduct in Joá. Or from Prainha on the road to Grumari. These landscapes are old friends, and at the same time, they continue to surprise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Eat pizza at the counter at Guanabara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza served at the counter is better than that served on the veranda (the dining room, everyone knows, is for tourists). Serious thinkers say that it is because it arrives more quickly for those who are standing. And of course they argue the point at the counter at Guanabara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzaria Guanabara: Av. Ataulfo de Paiva 1.228, Leblon - 2294-0797. Daily, 9 AM till the last client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. Spend an entire night in Jobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night begins full of good intentions: "I am not going to drink, I am going home early, tomorrow morning I am going to take a walk…" OK. Little by little, the cold chopps in Jobi keep coming, friends keep arriving as well, and will power begins to fade. Result: a whole night at the bar. Leaving, we find the sun rising and the survivors from the Pizzaria Guanabara, on the previous block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. Give the Paulistas a hard time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the way they say "cinqüêêêinta", "vou estar ligando", "então", "mano" and "mina". Because of their rs and esses. Because of their mania for work. Because of Hebe and Maluf. Because of the criminals, the floods, the traffic jams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. Envy the lively cultural scene of the Paulistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the Bienal, the shows at Oca, at Masp, the concert hall of the Estação Julio Prestes, of the State Pinacoteca. Because the clubs for modern people, with modern bands, modern bars, because of the Week of Modern Art in 1922.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;41. Go to a rehearsal for an escola de samba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even need to have gone to the Sambodrome. It is enough to promise yourself that you will go some day. But a samba school rehearsal at their site, with friends and lots of cold beer, surrounded by people from the community…this is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Buy Biscoito Globo in a traffic jam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rest of Brazil, people like to say that Cariocas don't work. It's a fable: Cariocas work a lot! And they do millions of things at the same time—including taking advantage of a red light to buy Biscoito Globo. Or those cones, almost the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. Be certain that Rio is the most beautiful city in the world even thought you don't know any others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any doubts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;44. Restock your larder at a convenience store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expensive, but the gasoline station is right there and never closes. And "right there" and "never closes" are irresistible for a Carioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;45. Go to the Feira in São Cristóvão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, the problem was the filth. After the repairs, the crucial question became authenticity: many thought that the Feira in São Cristóvão had lost its northeastern roots. The fact is that people love the feira. Where else are you going to eat carne-de-sol (jerk beef) e queijo coalho (curd cheese) at 5 AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feira de São Cristóvão: Pavilhão de São Cristóvão s/n. Friday to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;46. Have something, anything , that you bought from a camelô (street vendor) in Rua Sete de Setembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong? Yes. Does it stimulate the informal economy? Yes. But just as New Yorkers buy their socks in the streets, Cariocas love to buy from camelôs. There is always something new, from pens to a DVD of a film that has just been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;47. Know that…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Claro Hall is called Metropolitan&lt;br /&gt;... Rua Vinicius de Moraes is called Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;... Copacabana is Copa and Ipanema is not Ipa&lt;br /&gt;... O Baixo Leblon is not near the Melt&lt;br /&gt;... The Circo Voador will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;... The beach is not the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;48. Hate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Rainy days&lt;br /&gt;... Old-fashioned cinema broken up into smaller theaters&lt;br /&gt;... Pharmacy signs spoiling the façades of old buildings&lt;br /&gt;... Dirty beaches&lt;br /&gt;... Warm beer&lt;br /&gt;... Red lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. Realize that Pan is going to bring jobs and money, but, basically, not really believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you anxiously waiting for tickets to go on sale? Well then. The Pan-American Games of 2007 are going to generate jobs, and the city will get cleaner (and perhaps, safer). But we just aren't meant to root for sports that aren't soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. To be sooo relieved when the plane lands at Galeão or at Santos Dumont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(That is sooooooooooooo true!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Because, in spite of everything, Rio is still Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson Lessa is journalist and writes for Rio's daily O Globo. You may contact the author at rioshow@oglobo.com.br.&lt;br /&gt;Translated from the Portuguese by Tom Moore. He translates from Portuguese, Spanish, French, Italian and German, and is also active as a musician. 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