Rio de Janeiro moves, without any doubt, at a fresh and cheerful rhythm of samba.
I arrived in Rio from Buenos Aires, and there were ten days left before I returned to Europe. It was the last stage of me one year trip around the world, and wanted to say goodbye to me backpack in a big way What better place to put the finishing touch to a year full of experiences and adventures than the mecca of revelry and fun.
I landed in Rio in the middle of the morning. I left the airport, got on the first taxi that was free, and I just needed to say a word, possibly the word 'magic' if you are in Brazil Copacabana
The taxi driver, very efficiently, left me at the foot of a very long beach, full of beautiful women, soccer goals, and above all, in a good mood. I registered in a small lodging house that I found in a secondary street (budget issues) and I dedicated myself, exclusively, to enjoy the life pleasures.
Night walks from the beach of Copacabana until Ipanema They will accompany me in my heart for the rest of my days. A gentle breeze caresses your face, the smell of saltpeter permeates your body, the sound of samba or bosanava it enters peacefully through your ears and creates its own path to your soul. Rio takes over all your senses, and without explaining very well or how or why, suddenly you feel happy.
The views from the Corcovado Hill, next to Christ redeemer, or those that can be enjoyed from the monolithic mountain known as Pāo de Açúcar, are simply spectacular. With the city surrendered at your feet, a scent of happiness travels through your being, and the only thing that invades your mind is a loud and loud Viva la vida!
Friends, it has been a real pleasure look after from Viajablog during this week. Tomorrow comes back Quique from Morocco, to which I know many of you are waiting anxiously. Well, more than him, the multitude of adventures that he surely brings with him in his backpack.
We will have to be attentive because Viajablog, a place, without any doubt, with license to dream.