I'm on my way from Rio de Janeiro to Brasilia and still completely in shock from just how well this whole thing is going. I arrived with the idea of finding a place to live and a place to work and found both within my first week in Rio. Beyond that, I can apparently speak some Portuguese because I've been talking with the wonderful women sitting next to me for the majority of this trip and there have barely been any Spanish words involved. We've talked about every topic you can imagine and had all our meals together. She's adorable and I'm obsessed with her.
I owe everything amazing from my time in Rio to the people I've met:
*The adorable couple that agreed to host me during Carnaval, went to the beach with me, helped me look for jobs and housing online, taught me about Brazilian traditions and answered all 1,000 of my questions
*My wonderful new friend, Alessandra, who is beautiful, kind-hearted and hilarious and responsible for everything from me finding accommodation and a language exchange to getting me successfully from one city to another and showing me around Rio and all the Carnaval *blocos
*The precious family from the favela that made my heart grow nine sizes like the Grinch's
*The 70-ish-year-old woman sleeping next to me in her flowered stretchy pants and gym shoes, who's taken me under her wing to help me buy food, find the bathrooms and practice my Portuguese
*The random people who've helped me in the street or engaged me in friendly conversation in spite of my lack of language skills
*My friends-some of the most beautiful souls in this world-that I've been able to meet up with after years and still connect with in the exact same way, and the friends of friends that I've been lucky enough to meet
Yes, it's all about the people for me and people could not possibly have been any better to me so far in Brazil. I'm lucky to be here and lucky to be exploring the world, surrounded by the kindest people I ever could've hoped to meet.
*The adorable couple that agreed to host me during Carnaval, went to the beach with me, helped me look for jobs and housing online, taught me about Brazilian traditions and answered all 1,000 of my questions
*My wonderful new friend, Alessandra, who is beautiful, kind-hearted and hilarious and responsible for everything from me finding accommodation and a language exchange to getting me successfully from one city to another and showing me around Rio and all the Carnaval *blocos
*The precious family from the favela that made my heart grow nine sizes like the Grinch's
*The 70-ish-year-old woman sleeping next to me in her flowered stretchy pants and gym shoes, who's taken me under her wing to help me buy food, find the bathrooms and practice my Portuguese
*The random people who've helped me in the street or engaged me in friendly conversation in spite of my lack of language skills
*My friends-some of the most beautiful souls in this world-that I've been able to meet up with after years and still connect with in the exact same way, and the friends of friends that I've been lucky enough to meet
Yes, it's all about the people for me and people could not possibly have been any better to me so far in Brazil. I'm lucky to be here and lucky to be exploring the world, surrounded by the kindest people I ever could've hoped to meet.
Cue Brazilian sun rise (and I literally have a front-row seat).
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