I miss this place, I miss these people. I miss the noise and the chaos and the colors and the ocean.
If I had to choose a favorite color, it would be that perfect aqua blue of ocean like this. The whole gradient of it. On nice days, walks between Vidigal and Leblon beach took about twice as long because we couldn't help but stop and watch waves hitting the rocks. The weather was too cold to get in the water, so we did handstands and played pictionary in the sand.
We also went up to Christ the Redeemer for sunset, which we didn't watch because we were huddled inside the cafe to stay out of the absolutely frigid wind. It was beautiful, but looking up at Jesus gave me vertigo.
And after three caipirinhas each before 7 PM on a Tuesday, we found our way to the Maracana stadium to buy bootleg tickets for a match between Flamengo and Botofogo. I've never seen sports fans that wild or enjoyed a drunk snack quite as much as the cheese quiches from the concession stand. "Queijo" (cheese) became my favorite, most trusted Portuguese word.