Outra estória da família inglesa.
Bill is on holiday. He and his family decided to take a trip to a tropical country. Being crazy about football and beaches the natural choice was Rio de Janeiro.
The family has been to Rio de Janeiro for six days. They are at Copacabana beach. The kids are as happy as Larry playing with a ball on the sand. Bill and Tricia are under the parasol watching the kids. Bill starts a very interesting conversation with Tricia:
Tricia: Yes, dear.
Bill: Darling, what’s Rio de Janeiro like to you now?
Tricia: Oh, dear! It’s a beautiful, outstanding, breathtaking city. You know when I watched on TV news about it, I always thought: “Oh Lord! One day I will go to Rio de Janeiro!” And my dream came true! I loved the Tijuca forest , the Botanical garden, the Christ the Redeemer (statue), the Sugar Loaf, the Lapa Arches. I also had a memorable time strolling on the favela’s cable car at German Complex Favela. Amazing!
I thought that while we were here you would just search for things connected with football like the Maracanã Stadium, but to my astonishment you quite forgot that crazy passion of yours. I’m grateful to you.
Bill: Good heavens! I think I will always bring you to Rio from now on! Since you have been here your mood switching disappeared. Thanks Lord! Rio de Janeiro, God bless you!
Tricia starts to laugh.
Then Oliver (the middle son) comes to his parents and asks: Mummy, I’m hungry!
Tricia: Oh, I guess we should find a place to eat Bill. It’s already one o’clock.
Bill: You are right. I’ll call the kids.
All the family goes to the restaurant.
They sit and Bill makes his order.
They eat with great appetite. Everything was delicious: the orange juice, the omelet and the French fries.
When the waiter brings the bill and gives it to Bill, the Englishman can hardly believe in what his eyes are seeing. He asks to the waiter: “Sorry, but it must have been a misunderstanding. This cannot be my bill. It’s absurd.”
The waiter: No, sir. It’s the right bill. Five omelets for hundred reais each, five glasses of orange for nine reais and five portions of French fries for thirty reais. There is no mistake.
Bill asks: Where did these eggs come from? Russia? And the oranges? Did they come from Tibet? And the potatoes? Did they come from Netherlands? I cannot figure out such high prices!
Seeing that his indignation causes no reaction from the waiter, Bill decides not to argue with the waiter. He pays the bill.
On leaving the restaurant, he says to Tricia: You know dear. I’ve always heard about the problem of violence in Brazil but since we have been here nothing happened. But I am under the impression that now I’ve just been robbed! What an expensive place!
Thank you very much