Rio, a place to be…vivid, noisy and just very nice and homey. Sunny and welcoming even in winter stretches it’s innumerous beaches for thousands visitors... half naked tanned bodies on the sand or jumping in the waves or sliding on the surfing boards, jogging, walking, building sand castles, drinking coco juice, practicing aikido... having fun… just living…
Skyscrapers shadowing the sidewalks, corner fresh juice stalls, tall palm trees, monuments to famous and dead with infamous and alive sleeping at their feet… restaurant’s smells in the air… street fairs with valleys of cute paintings and all kinds of objects to spend money on. Sugar Loaf on one side, Christ stretching his hands on the other…both good places to catch a view of the wide spread city… especially in the dusk with all the lights promising an intense night…
Nightlife spilling out of the bars onto the streets, people shaking their bodies, drinking, talking on the sidewalks, life music, and couples skillfully dancing salsa… midnight dinners, kids not yet sleeping…boiling life everywhere.
Mornings are tight close to nights; days go by rapidly…carelessly… but it’s time to live this sandy paradise and small comfy hostel downtown, with a huge scary butterfly on the ceiling…
and tourists, coming for the Christ’s sake and the one of Girl from Ipanema that Jobim made immortal…
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