BY ERIC LALIBERTE
On sun-drenched Copacabana beach, FIFA has erected a massive television screen and surrounded it with concessionaires peddling cheap beer and savory pies. It’s a soccer fans nirvana. But it’s one that comes at a price.
The only thing this heavenly stretch of sand lacks is shade, and my Seattle skin, which has seen only thimblefuls of sunshine in recent months, is ill-equipped to handle the barrage of UV rays raining down from the sky.
When I see the bronzed Brazilians bathing in the sun, I am (quite literally) red with envy.