Striped Socks

Scott and I had a lovely Rio day so far for his birthday.  The funniest thing, aside from the onslaught of clouds that came every time we thought we might get some sunshine, was a guy at the Fasano (I got Scott a massage as a gift) wearing a white terry cloth hotel bathrobe, green striped socks (two shades of green, striped), and black dress shoes, carrying a mess of papers, a blackberry, and Malcolm Gladwell’s newest book.  It was comical.  We asked if we could use the pool, and after many phone calls to reception and deliberation, they said that it was too crowded and escorted us back out to the street.  Also, Madonna is staying there, since she’s in town meeting her new Brazilian underwear model boyfriend’s parents.