Fortaleza

Surreal. I feel like I just stepped into an alternate universe. Last night, I was out with my friend's friend's friend at a club called Teatro Odisseia dancing samba. Surrounded by people that all spoke portuguese. Of course, I don't understand. I come to Fortaleza today (albeit half drunk and massively sleepy) and apparently landed in a kite house with 15 French male kitesurfers that all speak a language that I don't understand either. It's a lot of testosterone and language barrier. The next four days will be very interesting.