The Girl (IN) Ipanema
Ipanema. Copacabana. Rio De Janeiro. Yeah. Does this conjure up images of white sand beaches, near nekkid women and men? Paradise? How about dengue fever? I arrived in Rio with the travel book pictures etched in my head. I just knew I was going to see, tall, tan, young, fabulous looking people strolling down the beach. Well, sort of. I'd packed several swim suits, to make sure that I would choose the most appropriate one. I discovered that the Brazilians (the cariocas) do not suffer from the same body hangups as we Americans. They were no more beautiful than anything you might see on an American beach, but Lawd, they were certainly more nekkid. I saw (or didn't see) miles of cloth that had disappeared into the hinterlands between many a butt cheek and grandpas in speedos. When in Rio..... Not really. I did pack my best tiny suit. Sort of like your skinny jeans. The suit a good friend of me had once asked me to cover up because she had a pre-adolescent ...