where our worlds meet

After coming back from their internships some people might tell you that the JD was not exactly like their dream job, the local culture was difficult to adapt to, they were expecting more from their host LC... etc (not that I have complained about these things as far as I can remember...). But almost everyone who I've spoken with about their internship loved the people they got to know, the gang they often hung out with, travelled with, partied with, and shared common experience with. And this was mine:

(Thanks Michael for sending the memories to our inboxes)

These were the people with whom I learnt salsa/merengue/cumbia/reggaeton with, made batido with, danced on the beach with, sunbathed with, drank cocktails with, haggled with, laughed at the different pickup lines with, chatted in the kitchen with, watched (czech) DVDs with, ate almuerzos with, slept on the hammock with...

chinita

Grace

On the subject of disgrace (it's difficult to stop this from coming to mind when the cars kept on stopping at the same spots you know), let's hope that one day someone looks at me, and think the same. It would be rather ironic given my name could mean.

Air of grey on blue crystal mirror

Beginning and ending. Breakfast eggs (and all the unhealthy but tasty option). Capoeira. Checking out the 30min of fame. Chocolate boxes in red and pink with ribbons. Dancing. Dancing partners who can dance. Details and details. Desserts. Driver driving around town. Entertaining instead of entertained. Fashion Raibaru. First half imagination. Frozen lounge. Fruits. Getting to know the building in one day. Ipanema. Late night NHK. Lobbys, too many of them. Long long queues. Lots and lots of food. Lots and lots of sushi. Lots and lots of yakisoba. Marketing surprise. Meal coupon system. Menu comprehension in restaurants. Merengue. Mr. Q. Noodles in cups after years. Obrigada. On the dinner table with GC. PA: me and she. Percussions. Photo and self-inclusion. Post-26th. Reggaeton. Random fun. R that sounded like H, H that sounded like N. Safety precautions reloaded. Salsa. Samba. Sand and Beach. Seeing everyone making a big deal out of flip flops then making a big deal out of flip flops myself. Short visit to Centre Norte. Signatures magic. SP day. Speaking Spanish after flashing an apologetic smile. Sucos naturales. Tag with colour. Temaki house. The biggest bookfair in South America. The flag. The girls here and there. Views from top. View from the window (pollution for free). 4am at bus stations.

Nice little things in life

Black Fettucine with scampi and squids, a divine Tiramisu Della Casa, and a lot of fun with the GPS (3 x "Please u-turn in 100m").

Dance like no one is watching

How to switch that off?