Last week I learned that …

There are holidays and there are holidays and there many multiples in between like grains of sand on a beach …. my holiday is not yours.

I am in Brazil as Brit, Brazil is as foriegn as it gets.

I have not come to see the Sugar Loaf or the Christ as he looms over Rio de Janeiro. Yes,  I can bask in the sun on Copacabana beach, enjoy the sights and Caipirinha in Impanena or wander the Lavradio Streets on a Saturday morning to the beat of the Samba.

Being a tourist with a local I can enjoy much that others only dream about.

Nonetheless this last week has not only marked the end of  nightmare … it has been a dream come true … My holiday …