We are perched on the precipice of exchanging our American tourists existence for more of a working class Brazilian existence. I think we are good with it. You can only be on vacation for so long. The change started to solidify this week when we decided to splurge at the gas station. Instead of just filling the tank, we went inside to treat ourselves to something nice. We each chose a soft drink and a baked good from the case. A coxinha for me and pão de queijo for Carol. We took our treats to one of the little tables outside. I shared shared a sip of my soda which was a type we had not tried, we watched the traffic, smiled at a nearby baby, and talked about our plans. Eating gas station food on the street seems very different than eating seafood on the beach, but sitting in front of that gas station, it hit the same. It gave us a taste of the culture and time to enjoy our surroundings and each other and we didn't have to cook or do the dishes. I think we will do just fine with this new chapter.
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