Then we had an idea...
March 11th 2009 A month has passed since we arrived in Rio, wide-eyed and pale, guiltily clutching our phrase book. None of my clothes have that smell of home anymore, and I'm now accustomed to having feet with permanently black soles.
I have a little bit of Spanish, even less of a sun tan, and a journal that is fat with doodles and scribblings, in many languages and handwritings besides my own (memories I h
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