We went to Brazil and walked around the streets with the barefoot children. We’d take showers and sit out on the balcony, reading our books and watching the monkeys. It is so hot there! We’d get out of the shower and sit on the patio and even our thinnest clothes would stick to us. The balcony is completely surrounded by foreign foliage. Rio is so loud! Remember that children’s chorus that was always playing? And some band was always practicing the Rolling Stones? And dogs barking, and monkeys running on the roof, people fighting and roosters crowing.

At night we stayed in the room and drank whiskey and cokes out of old jam jars. Remember?