First stop in a big city run through the East coast of South America. Here you’ll find many of Rio’s greatest hits.
My hotel is at the end of the street. When I first arrived this stretch was quite tidy and clean, then a few days later it was completely filled with people sitting on cardboard, wrapped in blankets, and camping out, then this afternoon all the homeless are gone.
October 1
Today is my last full day in Rio and I have nothing on except lunch with the lovely Nina.
I’ve been using the Metro every day and hadn’t noticed until this very ride that the stations are not decorated. I didn’t notice until I saw this mural and upon reflection the basic lack of decoration is very surprising since the whole system is relatively new, the first short line opening in 1979.
We ran into one of the street artists who we had been talking about and man-o-man is he a cutie pie. Sweet, charming, does wonderful work, and according to Nina beloved by all.
We stopped off at Nina’s friend’s brewery where they experiment with flavors, and shared a nice big frosty one.
Then we went to have a traditional dish that I had not yet enjoyed, and shots of the national liquor. How lucky I was to find Nina and what a delightful afternoon, Feijoada and cachaça with honey and lime.
