my worst trip

well, my dad is the world's biggest scrooge so, we always spent vacation in são paulo (from curitiba to são paulo is just 5 hours by car hehehe, what a great trip!!!). but the worst thing is that he never wanted to pay for a decent hotel, so we always stayed in awful hotels. imagine a hotel of a vincent price movie (with spiderwebs and broken floor) and that would be the waldorf astoria compared to the hotels we were hosted.

my dad was good on finding treme-tremes (translation: shake-shakes, hehe), hotels which rooms were rented by prostitutes and drug dealers, it was awful. i still remember, when i was 13 yo, me and my cousin regina watching, by the window, a shemale arguing with her client. that was funny. and once my mom almost killed my dad when she saw my sister ana paula, who was 10 yo, watching tv in the communitary room with the hookers.