Curitiba

We got the win but there were heavy prices to be paid in Curitiba with a little frosting on top too.  Night one brought on acute food posining after a heavy meat intake at a Batel Grille, a local churaciria and I was forced to take a knee.  The boys made up for my sickness in spades by partying like out of control rock stars until 7 am match day and sleeping for only 3 hours despite being unintentionally pepper sprayed at a local club.  I was humbled by their efforts and feeling significantly better by noon and commenced my own boozing activities.  I was optimistic feeling after witnessing the worst soccer of the World Cup live at the Iran/Nigeria game--if this was one of the best teams in Africa surely the Yanks had a strong chance of winning.  

The game was not our best by any means but the victory cemented more partying which was surprisingly difficult to find but once we did....

One of our compatriots JKUSA spilled his cookies after one too many caprihinas while two others enjoyed extra curricular activities with the opposite sex in the hostel and inexplicably in a small alley at 6 am.  All for 'Murica, home of the free, brave and oftentimes drunkard any horny. 

Curitiba was amazing now off to Rio. Beat Portugal!