So I'm in Brasil again.

Wow.

I realized it for real first when I was on the bus from one airport to another, driving through Sao Paulo. It was beautiful.

There's something special about Brasil that I can't really explain, but as soon as I'm here I feel it. With the parks and the trees everywhere in the city, with the colorful buildings, with the people walking outside... it's personal, it's wild, it's... living. It's something in the atmosphere, and right away I feel at home. Which is strange cause my home is nothing like this.

I just know I like being here.

And oh how I wish I knew portuguese!