Day 19 - Nadie te quita lo balido (Nobody can take away what you've danced)

This was my mid-morning snack! Yum. 

Sent a mail to family saying that unless four horsemen were knocking at my door for me, that they should not ring me first thing in the morning to check I was alive. So I got some decent sleep and had a decent session jumping. I like the round numbers! 

All my meals were late and this was deliberate countermeasures for a party for a wonderful Brazilian guy Bolinha, who is going back to Rio (This was planned pre-quake.) Those of you who know the magic words 'Tabehodai/nomehodai' will understand why I needed a substantial lunch. I managed to get through the unlimited food, drink, and icecream no problem. Sipped on oolong tea and enjoyed dancing and socializing. IT'S REALLY NOT THAT HARD. There was a street roda (free capoeira) on the streets of Kichijioji and drunken members of the public tried to join in. People neither look or smell good when drunk. I really like that my new 'tribe' of capoeiristas (and PCPers) either abstain or drink in moderation. It's a good feeling to enjoy being alive, here, and with your friends. Alcohol of course brings something, but it also takes away something too. I see a lot of PCP-ers talking about highs of exercise and good food and I'm looking forward to those. 

I do find giving up salt pretty miserable and today consumed a pack of seaweed with prawn salt and loved it. Patrick, WHY? Am I just a salty character?

My body is responding to the stress of the last week in it's usual way by getting a throat bug. And the stress of exercise too - so glad tomorrow is national holiday in Japan! Okay, off to do today's (Sunday's) floor work.