People keep on eating, drinking, and playing, feet and then legs in the water.

When nothing makes much sense and when I feel powerless about solving big issues, I just go back to the basics.
The entire Beira Mar avenue was closed to traffic, and three separate blocos with revellers took over the streets.
The Uber dropped me off right in front of a giant plastic caranguejo, giving me a flashback of Aracaju and the bizarre local fascination with a similar giant plastic crab.
I knew I was going to spend the first evening and possibly the entire night regretting picking yet another random Brazilian city to explore.
I feel like a treasure hunter in São Paulo because I know it has what I’m looking for, it’s just a matter of finding it.
I dropped off my backpack, washed my face and tried to write a to-do list. I had some work to do to reconnect with Brazil.