Here’s another great story by Espiroquetas Alebrestadas! The funny thing about Paula is that she’s kind of a quiet little writer/blogger/(hey, Paula, what would you call us? haha), she posts something on her page and patiently waits for people to discover it, how cute is that?🙂 But you know what they say… Sharing is caring! Hint hint😀
As I started reading the post, “So, it was 1998 when Thalía” my first thought was “wow, 1998? I was … (neaah, not telling you that) years old!” and it goes on “came to Brazil for the fourth time” and I was like “the fourth time? I wish she’d been to Romania for 4 times! or even just once…” and it goes on “in this ocassion for one of her greatest experiences in life: participating at Carnaval of Rio de Janeiro.” “oooh, I bet it was!!” Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do a full text analysis right now! hahaha. (wow, I really love my sense of humor sometimes :D) Anywaaaay…
She was on the shoulders of Superman.
So, it was 1998 when Thalía came to Brazil for the fourth time, in this ocassion for one of her greatest experiences in life: participating at Carnaval of Rio de Janeiro. I used to live 3 hours away from the cidade maravilhosa, but I couldn’t go see her parading. My mom didn’t know much about Rio nor was she comfortable with the travelling idea. I also didn’t want her taking the steps I needed, all by myself, to get to know Thalía (which was a more critical reason).
But that was fine… I was at home pretending I worked at a diary and wanted to take a word with the Mexican Huracan. I’d call Ceaser’s Palace with this story, and yet use a fake spanish accent, God knows why.
If you want to find out how the story goes on next, check out the rest of it by clicking here. It is worth it, trust me! Especially for that secret revealed by Paula at the very end of it!