So I'm actually doing it. I'm nineteen years old, I've washed a hell of a lot of dishes and have taken my summer classes. Who's going to stop me from two and a half months in Brasil? No one, just about. I've had vague ambitions for this trip for roughly a year and a half and as it's actually beginning, that intrepid confidence and psuedo-machismo seems to be falling right through that hole in my pocket. Oh well, one can never truly be prepared for these things right? SURE it would be helpful to speak Portuguese and have some sort of plan and perhaps a little cash, but hey, let's not get greedy... full info