There are so many things I will miss about Brazil: the people, the laid back lifestyle the cheap fresh fruits and juices, to name just a few. But most of all, I think I will miss the Brazilian sunsets.
Granted, sunsets are beautiful everywhere, but there was something about Brazil’s golden hour that I found especially captivating.
Maybe it was because we were there in the winter when the sun is still brilliant and warm during the day, but begins its descent around six in the evening, when you tend to still be out and about from your day, or finishing up work and able to stare dreamily out the window.
We were lucky that our apartment faced the west, and so we were treated with a private light show every night. After a day of work there are few things more enjoyable than a glass of wine with a view.
(This was our last Mendoza purchase, a crisp Torrontes from Mendel. Paired perfectly with a lazy Saturday sunset.) On this particular night, there was also a UFO sighting.
See it? I think it was a renegade balloon from a festival, but it could have been aliens. In the glow of a Brazilian sunset, anything seems possible.
Some of my favorite travel memories in Brazil revolve around the setting sun, cuddled up with my husband and my dog, thousands of miles away from home allowing life to be slow, still and peaceful.
Things have been so crazy since coming home that sometimes it’s hard to believe Brazil even happened. But it did, and I have the sunsets to prove it.