A home visit

After the tennis lesson Montiero and I drove over to his house. It was about a 15 minute ride from the tennis club and we listened to a Coldplay CD as we drove through the streets in Monteiro's new Chevrolet. We arrived in his neighborhood, a fairly new area where most houses are only about 4 years old, he said, and pulled into his driveway. First we walked around back and Monteiro introduced me to his shar-pei, Hannah, who was chained in the back until he gets his front gate put up so she can run around a bit more. She was a friendly dog and really happy to see Monteiro, but also seemed glad to meet a new person and get pet a bit. The house was simple but very nice, with a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. I said hello to his wife, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and then took a seat on the sofa to watch a program by the illusionist Criss Angel. Monteiro handed me a glass of cupuaçu juice and said he was going to take a quick shower and then we'd head out. He came back a few minutes later and showed me some model cars that he had, like a 1914 Renault taxi and a 1934 black London cab, as well as some red Ferrari models. This was obviously his favorite spot in the house because there was also some Flamengo paraphernalia, his favorite football team, and some music CDs and DVDs neatly arranged on the TV stand. It was nice to stop by and see where Monteiro lives.