Sao Miguel and randomly couchsurfing in Bage

09.02.2016

Breakfast was amazing! The jams were fresh and the pao con queijo was so soft and fluffy. Fresh papaya and melons, oh my.

I went to the mission right afterwards and spent a while wandering therein, pretending to be a nun. The interior of the church was quite breathtaking. I can't imagine the awe an indigenous person would have felt walking in there 300 years ago. It must've helped convert a lot of heathens.

When I got to Santo Angelo, there were no buses for Pelotas or Rio Grande, so I reluctantly accepted a ticket to Bage, which had a sidebar in my book about cowboys. I found a couch surfing host named Wanderson (amazingly) during my 10 hour bus ride down south. Wifi on buses is the best.

So, Wanderson (which is actually his real name) met me at the station with a huge smile and a big hug. Within the first five minutes, he told me he was gay and also coincidentally that he had taken an STD test today. Wow.

He had fresh rolls and cheese waiting for us at home and we just talked all night, until 2 a.m. His English was incredible for someone who only started learning it three years ago. He told me the Brazilian government had free English classes for everyone who wanted to take them, so he simply took advantage of that.

Breakfast at Sao Miguel dos Missoes