I wish I had more time to blog everything, there is plenty of activities that are being left out, and blogging stops us from moving, but we are here to write our experiences. As the course slides slowly to an end, we all rush to do as much as we can before the dreaded day of soaring in the skies and hanging out in international airport lobbies. To escape the snorefest at the hotel, we headed back up to Jurere, this time bringing Meg and Grant up to the House of Teas. We had tea with Gui and breakfast with his mamai. A game of dominoes and some plantains with our drunk fishermen at sunset was capped off with a walk through the ghost town of a geometric symphony of sidewalk tiles and groomed spiral foray in frontyards into the Sanduiche Express for dinner. Afterwards we joked and laughed with Gui and I had a jacuzzi tub to clear my mind and focus on my tasks at hand. In the morning we were treated to a vista bom (great secret view of the west coast of the island) before being 15 minutes late for some videos in class. The videos explained Brasil's colorful and violent history compared to that of America. Alot here is compared to America as each young growing country reinvents the future out of post colonial empires envisioning a greater future for all peoples. Watching the world pass us by, we dig for unique story ideas. A story was assigned to me to cover the oyster farms, so I am off to Sambaqui, Barra do Lagao and other small villages for my final days to schuck the buggers.