Rio has opened its arms. The bohemian climes of Santa Teresa are the elevated man to Ipanema's drunken 21 year-old frat boy. I am breathing sighs of relief, happy to be more in my element. Postings from earlier this week would have had to include photos from the inside of the not-so-bonita Bonita, a hostel which gives hostels a bad name -- or HSBC Bank, which is currently at the top of my list of hateful multi-national corporations. But a successful extraction of cash from my bank account, a magic hour walk in the hills and residence in the 'Brazilian Music Room' at Casa Mango Mango have transformed my mental state. Now tudo bem, tudo e amor.
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