So. Brazil. I have been back from Rio for two and a half weeks and I am still finding sand in jumpers I haven’t worn since I landed. The tan is fading. The mosquito bites are nearly gone. The 4am Carnival songs still surface occasionally in the queue at Pret, which is a disorienting experience for everyone involved. Twelve days. Two cities. One apartment neither of us had ever been in before, belonging to a colleague of Richard’s who was away and lent us his keys with the che