After eight (!) years, I finally returned to Rio de Janeiro. I have memories of me gawking in awe through the cab window during my first visit, and this time was no different. Rio is an enchanting city. Besides the well-documented beaches and favelas on the hills, there’s also so much green, so much beautiful flora coexisting with the historic architecture. And the views, whether they be from Pão de Açucar or a morro are spectacular. I even find the shh shh shh carioca accent charming.
I was worried that I would get too spoiled in Rio and end up resenting São Paulo, but fortunately that didn’t happen. Sampa doesn’t have the instant wonder and allure of Rio de Janeiro, but it has its own complex and interesting character that keeps me intrigued. Although I do wish the beach was just a metro ride away.