Waking up in Barra With Swollen Cuticles

Brazilian Acaraje

I am so happy to finally be here. To wake up, look out of the window and see the sea right thurr makes it all worth it. I got through baggage claim at about 10 pm. Cacicque, the taxi driver that Daniel (the guy that I am renting the apartment from) sent for me was standing there with big smiles as I walked through arrivals, holding a notebook open with my name in big ass letters written across two pages. As soon as I got out of the airport I made my way to the arcarje stand opposite.

Biting Nails And Acrylic For Toes

My toenails suck. For as long as I can remember I have been a finger nail and toe nail (that flexibility has since gone) biter. People ask me if I do it out of nervousness. I say no. If it is nerves then it must be in my subconscious. I do it because I enjoy it and sometimes because there is something in between my teeth and there is no floss to hand. In this situation I will bite the corner of the nail so it forms a sort of miniature toothpick. I will use this toothpick nail to jab out whatever is in between the teeth.