After another 9 hour drive we are now in an air b&b near the city of Petropolis, in the mountains west of Rio. For whatever reason, I thought we were going to be up a dirt road, waking up to bird songs. Instead we are up a cobblestone road, with a soundscape that includes barking dogs, revving motos, rumbling trucks and spirit-filled Christians. Petropolis was built by one of the last emperors of Brazil and Rio's ruling class used to escape the summer heat in the area. Nowadays it is packed with tourists. We can tell we are close to Rio because of the carioca accents and the number of people speaking English. Today we checked out the historic center, visited the toy museum and had a feijoada lunch. Tomorrow we are hoping for a long hike in one of the nearby national parks.
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