On October 3rd, I turned 25.
Oooh, my poor body. It all comes back to me in a wave of weakness as I slowly stir, grabbing at the tail of a
He told me he had been married. Eight years with the same girl, three years under a legal licence. He wasn’t the first Brazilian my age who I’d met who’d already dipped their toes in the marital waters. This commonness of serious commitment is a strange contrast to the more prevalent Brazilian stereotype of casual dating and meaningless sex.
If you want to go digging around for the truth about a country’s dark secrets, you always ask the locals. In this case, though, you rarely even have to ask.
As soon as I arrived in Novo Hamburgo and started making friends with Brazilians, I begun hearing warnings and cautionary tales. Safety in Brazil was often one of the first topics we discussed.