Cup Madness Sara Mike In Brazil -

“Just drop us at the hotel,” Sara told the cab driver, clutching her spreadsheet of match schedules.

He took them instead to Copacabana Beach, where a makeshift fan zone had turned two kilometers of sand into a sea of jerseys. Mike immediately vanished into a crowd doing a spontaneous samba line, his camera clicking like a machine gun. Sara, meanwhile, found a elderly man selling caipirinhas from a rusty cooler. She drank three before 9 AM. cup madness sara mike in brazil

Then, a tap on her shoulder.

“That’s the point,” Mike grinned. “Cup Madness.” “Just drop us at the hotel,” Sara told