Salvador - Passion is starting to bubble up in me...

The fright passed, and the woman who had squeezed my ass ran off laughing... Oo...
We kept talking... I kept saying one word after another. Guys, what was that? Oh my God!
How can someone leave Rio, go to Salvador and, while chatting with his friends, get his ass grabbed? Not to mention the surrealism of meeting a Portuguese friend, out of the blue, without a date or anything, walking on the same beach as you at the same time!!!!
My first few hours in Salvador were very exciting and still promised a lot 😉
The hunger started to set in (I was starving for a change!), Dido said he would go with us to eat somewhere and take us somewhere good and cheap nham nham what a good thing to do!!!
We left the beach, my Portuguese friend said goodbye to us along the way and left for the homes of other friends who were there with him =) Dido took us down some alleys, we left the waterfront and went to the back where he showed us some PFs and Self Service without scales, it was Friday, so the whole street specialized in Bahian food... it's in Bahia, Salvador!!! The restaurants only made BAIANA food on Fridays!!! At least those that aren't too fancy and don't charge us through the nose!

We chose a nice one and went in, asked what the dishes were and the waitress told us... there's roast beef, chicken, something else I can't remember and MARISCADA (Hummm that's Bahian food, at least one Bahian specialty in every restaurant on a Friday =p)
Let's go!!! Laísa and I shared a seafood dish, Dido ordered a beef roast and Denise and Marcia had a chicken... my dish cost ten reais, and I shared it with Laísa, so it ended up being five reais each... And I'd say it was the best spent five reais! The dish was huge, the food delicious, very well made and smelling good!!!
When Marcia and Denise saw the plate, they even wanted to swap their chicken for it, but there was no time, the chicken was already coming =/ . It was also a huge plate with a gigantic piece of chicken that looked like it had come out of a dinosaur and not a normal chicken =p , a plate that was also shared by the two of them and there was still a little left over...
I don't need to tell you that Dido, having eaten his own, also left a lot behind, right? I photographed the Mariscada dish, but the photo didn't show the size I'm talking about... just the colors and beauty of the dish, which makes me nostalgic and my mouth water just remembering it =) What a blessed place 😉
It was already 3 p.m. and Dido was taking her shift at the hostel at that time, so let's go and get back...
We continued inside, we didn't pass the waterfront anymore, we saw the street behind the hostel, we crossed a gas station, where Laísa, who had a red mark on her body, promoted by the sun... lifted her shorts a little and saw that in addition to being red on her body, she still had the mark of her shorts!!! And very strong!!!
At that moment the station collapsed! She had simply stretched out her leg and lifted her shorts less than a finger to see the mark... and yet... a wave of fiu fiu and the like took over the street... It seemed that at that moment everything that breathed and had life was looking at us and saying something... the whole street stopped and horns, whistles and singing became an integral part of the scene...
Once the Salvador muse moment had passed, Dido started giving us tips... Here there's a wonderful açaí. Here you can shop (a supermarket), there's a mall... and when we got to the street we were about to turn down to go back to the hostel... Dido said... damn, you girls have stopped Salvador, there's not a person who doesn't look... eita heim... He spoke with that delicious northeastern accent, but unlike Salvador, Dido was from Recife and some of the vowels and ways of speaking differed from those in Salvador =)
We finally arrived safe and sound at Che Lagarto, with our dear "guide", he went to work and we went to enjoy some more =p
Laísa and I went out onto the terrace, she tried to take off her shorts and I spent some time in those perfect armchairs or sun loungers...

We went upstairs... and just gazed at the sea... the view from the hostel was perfect, it showed the whole of Barra beach and it was facing it, there wasn't a single building in front of it or anything that could get in the way... it was the Hostel... the street and the beach =D what a delight, we couldn't have been better located 😉
We kept thinking and talking about it for a while and we saw that we were blessed, that our life was very good and we were born for it, but a problem was starting, I was starting to really like the place and fall in love with it =p

A little bewildered, we went downstairs to rest! We still hadn't slept properly, life was full of new things and we hadn't tried out our new room, which this time had a window facing the beach and was beautiful and huge!
We talked a bit more with the boys at the hostel, met Bruno and a few others and agreed to go out with them at night, since we didn't know what was good about the place =p
Laísa and I left everything half-agreed and went to rest, while she watched TV, I set the alarm for 9 p.m. and took a great nap, just 40 minutes, but it was more than perfect for replenishing our energy and making it through the night and the following days!
When I woke up, I saw that Laísa had also managed to squint a little, but it was time to get ready for the evening's festivities.

*Continue...*

*Pictures...*

The Hostel's terrace.

The view from the terrace.

Ah mariscadaaaa nham nham.

The picture in the bedroom =p

Ahhh the coziest terrace in the world.

View from the bedroom window.