Dois chopps!
God, how I miss Brasil. I miss Rio, sitting on the beach and lookin' at all the lookers walking by... how I miss Cabo Frio, the down-to-earth fun and turquiose waters... how I miss Buzios, the clubs, the smell of the air, the waking up at noon gentlely to the sounds of the warm rain hitting the patio cover, and the smell of great coffee... How I miss soft samba.... how I miss the forro, and that one Gliberto Gil song that sticks in my mind forever.. Esperando na Janela...