A Gentle Landing

The last cloud I saw in Rio

I’m writing this in the Galeão International Airport in Rio, but by the time you read this, I’ll be on American soil again. This is the beginning of a new phase of A Gentle Bossanova: Rio. A phase in which I write about my last month in Brazil on (hopefully) a weekly basis, with (hopefully) more careful writing, and with time and space between me and the events I’ll be reporting on.

In case you didn’t catch it in the first paragraph: NEW PHASE! Be amped!