DAY 2: She's THAT girl... the one who talks to you on airplanes.

UPDATE FROM JENN HERSELF! (she's italic bold, I add commentary)

Love my blog.  My flights in boys (would we expect nothing less? this is Jenn for pete's sake) Flight from Colombia to Rio: sat next to a great looking guy from DC named josh. Probably was a frat party boy in college traveling with his two frat brothers. Blond Greek gods. We bonded while watching the first episode of house of cards together. Synchronized of course. Lost track of him at customs in Rio. tear. this is what I presume he and his friends looked like: After losing Josh in Rio, got sucked into the scruffiest, cutest bunch of Ozzie boys (is this Aussie or like Ozzie Osbourne, are they now a social class?) that I hung out with at the fan zone for 4 hours. Alex was the cutest with no direction in life, a beard, long hair and such a bad boy travel bum. We had a lingering hug goodbye. What happens in the fan zone?!?!? WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AT THE FAN ZONE. Alex?      Next: Hopping on my plane from Rio to São Paulo I passed out and woke up as the flight was landing next to 2 British lads. Who were fun and really upset that their team lost to Italy! Do NOT google British lads. There are some hairy backs you cannot unsee. This will have to be what the british lads she met resemble (that's One Directions for you unbelievers): Then: Barely made my flight from São Paulo to Natal. But then proceeded to wait in the plane for like an extra 30 min cause they oversold the flight and there were passionate debates over who was supposed to be in which seats. I sat next to this sweet semi dorky guy from Minnesota who had a really rough time with delays and had never traveled to Brazil before. Great smile and so innocently nervous. (This is what you get when you google Minnesota boy scared--- just imagine him with a 5 o' clock shadow) (Boy time is over) Lost track of him at the Natal airport as I waited patiently for ray and Trent to pick me up.... They never came. About an hour into waiting there was a realization that I was at the new natal airport which my ticket did not clearly show when I booked it. We thought I was going to the old one closer to the stadium.  About that time the boys who were stuck in traffic pulled over and got wifi to text me and let me know there was way to much traffic and they'd miss the game if they came to get me so I should leave my bags and taxi to the game.  2 problems. 1. All the fellow Americans or anyone going to the game had left an hour ago so I couldn't share a taxi.  2. And they had no storage lockers at the airport. When I asked information the guy looked at my sorrowfully and said, "sorry, no luck and that I was not the first person to ask him that". He said he felt bad but there was nothing they could do to help. I was aware that there was no big bags allowed in the stadium but I just said my prayer that I wouldn't get taken and it would all work out. (She will not get taken because she knows my warning! It only take a second to get taken.) Got in a taxi. Got dropped off 1.5 miles away from the stadium and walked through a sketchy stretch of road to the arena where I made eye contact with no one until the security gates. (The stadium looks pretty amazing though!) Miracle #1: I held my breath and They didn't take a second look as the passed my backpack through the screens and let me pass as well.. Miracle number one. Miracle #2: One of the last texts from ray was their groups block of seats. I had a seperate ticket but as craziness would have it my randomly drawn seat number was the one right next the the groups. So I went to my seat and found them there too.. Miracle 2. I missed the first 30 min of the game and first goal but I chalk my whole experience up as a win. Good times. If you missed her Instagram (and the only proof that we have that she is alive and there):  Stay posted for your next installment.... when Vanessa joins the fun. She already told me she is nervous for the blog... not to be in a foreign country with such delicious men.