Today in Rio we felt like ordinary Cariocas.
Or like true Cariocas.
Or we saw from the most dismal to the most beautiful. We were people of contrasts.
Now we can track the buses with but a glance and know where to expect bus stops.
Now we are no longer scared by the multiple lanes of the boulevards.
Now we no longer care if we pass by homeless, crazy or criminally-looking people. We even started handing them the empty cans of beer to save them the search through the garbage.
Now we go to lesser-known beaches and we know the prices of a big bottle of beer or water.
Now everybody addresses us in Portuguese and expects us to answer in kind.
Now we visit the local restaurant for a second time and they remember what we prefer to eat.
Now we no longer startle when we see the beginning of the favela on the opposite side of the street.
Now we have forgotten what air conditioning was and we don’t faint at the mere 36°C temperature.