His: So we've both started online dating in Rio, Brazil

Well not exactly, but kinda.  Each time we've met a local English speaker in Rio (which is rare) we have gotten such amazing tips and recommendations from them, that it's driving us to both learn more Portuguese and to seek out more English speakers everywhere we go.  We want the local experience, but it's ridiculous to ask every person we walk by if they speak English (can't take the face to face rejection).  So we took to the Internet! 

On Instagram, you get a chance to see so much about people, and interact with them naturally before ever asking them on a "date."  I can easily see that they speak English, what music they like, what they really care about and are interested in, if they're artistic/creative, if they're into fashion, what kind of work they do, are they social/partiers...and so on.  In theory, it's the perfect place to meet someone cool online, but don't get me wrong, you still feel like a creepy stalker.

So the thought is, we look at hashtags that we're interested in (#riostreetart, #riodejaneiro, #brazil, etc.) and we find really awesome people.  At least, people whose internet-lives look awesome.  Like their posts, comment, hope for reciprocal, then drop your best hang-out line.

RESULTS: Searched #riodejaneiro, saw an awesome, artsy shot, checked out more photos, and Adrienne and I agreed that we'd be friends with her. She lives in LA and is traveling in Rio. So we go back and forth commenting and I make the move - "Looks like you've found some cool things in Rio that @admcdermott and I would love!  You up for being a tour guide?" ....crickets, for a week now.  Apparently, over the course of 5 minutes, I left the internet-friend-zone and moved onto creeper status.  Crap, too forward, we should have known better!  You'd think that by putting both of our heads together to make friends with strangers that we'd be pretty good at it.  I want to post her @name here because I'm mad and want you to hate-comment on her stuff, but I won't....for now.

Can't let that rejection keep us down, c'mon team, you can do this!

Onto my next target.  This time, I "pursued" a guy from Brooklyn, runs a men's fashion site and he actually liked 2 of my posts first.  This should be like taking candy from a baby.

We like and comment back and forth about how cool the other is, I drop my comment about meeting up and patiently wait.... A few hours later, I got my first direct message!!!! Woot!  We went back and forth on how best to meet up, but he soon stopped responding.  I assume because he had to go to something extremely important like deliver a baby or save a house from burning down, because why else would he stop talking to me?  This guy was really interesting looking and would have been an awesome artsy friend for us, but again, crickets.  No luck.

Adrienne and I went out that night and took a break from Instadating.  Walking down the street in Lapa, I got a tap on my shoulder and a "hey!"  It was my Brooklyn guy, with his glorious beard and super-hip outfit.  He was with another really cool guy from NYC, we all chatted for 20 mins, exchanged info and planned to cross paths in the future!  Instasuccessful.  Turns out he was delivering a baby for some lady on the beach, so I accepted his apology for going dark on me. :)  See you on the road @thebowlernyc!

Next up, Adrienne tried it out.  Found a local; fluent english, really awesome photos.  She made her move...home run (obviously Adrienne looks way more approachable than I do with my creepy beard).  He gave us great tips on Rio and took us up on having a drink!  After an amazing tour & sunset at Sugarloaf, we met up with our (hopefully not a "Catfish") internet friend (Insta-friend?) for drinks at a locals bar in a neighborhood we hadn't visited.  Everything about this was nerve-racking, we were just hoping not to be kidnapped!  Well, Brunno was as advertised and took us out for one of our best nights in Rio!  We checked out the really awesome neighborhood that he lives in, Urca, walked along the bay with a beautiful view of the downtown skyline, randomly toured this amazing brand new French Design school, saw the ruins of this beautiful 100 year old casino, ate and drank with the locals while dodging cockroaches (baratas).  And now we're friends forever.  Thanks @brunopessoa!

Boom we're successful online daters.  

@admcdermott and @andrewRmcdermott are looking for local English speakers in every city that we visit, so Instagrammers listen up; we're not creeps. The beard is weird but please believe me, we are really fun and will spice up your life.  Please, please, please be friends with us and show us how amazing your city is!  And don't you dare Catfish us!

For you readers; if you want to make some like-minded friends at home or abroad, Instagram is actually genius. (Try it - we've since made friends with 2 couples that we plan to see in Buenos Aires!  I look forward to writing the posts about meeting them!)

Hers: The Rio-ians in Rio de Janiero, Brazil

One, I don't understand how or why there are fitness centers on every corner but all people seem to eat here is fried food and steak. There are 1,000 crowded restaurants and food stands that only sell fried munchies - so our diet here has been 90% unidentifiable mush that's been deep fried into a golden brown slice of heaven. As you walk down the street, it's just gym, fried food, gym, fried food, gym, fried food. It's basically the most confusing thing that I've ever thought about (no, I've never thought about physics, rocket science or how jello becomes jello-y). Why don't you people make up your mind? Be fat, or be fit. There's no room for multifaceted people on this planet. Anyways, I really enjoy sitting in front of gym windows while making love to goodies that are the opposite of healthy and gesturing to the gym rats offering a bite. Awkward and evil. :)

***My body hates me, it's begging for something of nutritional value. My mind is telling me, 'its ok, veggies are for wussies. Put that frizzled happiness in your face hole.'

Two, there are 6.1 million people living in Rio and all of them get dressed in the dark. This doesn't upset me, I'm impressed that there are this many people in one area that look like they got dressed in the morning and swapped an article of clothing with someone else just for shits and giggles (bit of a false statement- nobody actually giggles here, but we were unfortunate enough to see a kid actually shit in his bathing suit, Woof). I will add, there are more spandex pants of all shapes, sizes and colors in this city than anywhere else in the world. It's true. The internet told me and the internet is always right.

Three, the locals here are so kind. We got a lot of flack from friends and family who said we shouldn't visit Rio because it's extremely dangerous and I, not exactly blending in with my blonde hair and green eyes, would be a target for all the "rampant criminals". We've been here for almost three weeks, in several neighborhoods, out and about at all hours of the day/night and not once were we worried for our safety. The people here are mostly very sweet and very helpful, despite their confusing health choices and clothing preferences. Please note that I said MOSTLY. I had a nice screaming match with the neighborhood nail lady. The little devil insisted on torturing me with a nail file and pokey objects that I'm certain are not meant for human interaction and then charged me $110 for it. It was a waste of time as I was yelling in English and she was yelling back in Portuguese, but I'm pretty sure I won. So, that was the closest I've come to slapping an old broad. Besides that everyone has been great!

We haven't captured any photos of the above subjects, so here's our view from the top of Sugarloaf Mountain. It was perfect. 

Over and out.