sundried

Also being the biggest slackers canoa har ever seen,

(or not, since it is the slackar-capital)

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we would spend our days in a way worthy only a true slacker.

after a few hours at the beach we would walk back thorugh the unpaved sandy allies, probably pass by the small supermarket and pick up a few garoto chocolate bars..
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At Tia Julia we had our little room, biggest of the five and despite the fact that it was as basic as it gets -with the matress simply laying on a 15 cm thick concrete bedframe that was part of the floor and with the headboard simply painted on the wall, it was probably, if not the best, one of the best places we stayed at (long sentence, YES I love it!). Every week, our family mother would wash our sheets and give us new ones, sundried, naturally.
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the bed was amazingly confortable and we would spend the rest of the day laying on the vertical looking out our wide opened blue two-piece door.
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but not for no reason, nuhuh, every day, and sooner or later, our boys would come by. sometimes they all came, sometimes Marcio came by himself. Sometimes we would be sleeping, or rather, slumbering from the thick heat laying heavy in our room, we'd just tell him to lay down.
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and so he would.
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and this is the story behind our slacker Canoa-afternoons.

and all this for this picture.