I don’t know if this a regular brazilian thing, but a least in my house, no matter how bad (financially) things were, we never ate food on weekends. Never. It was always bread, ham and cheese (or the cheapest bologna, if money was tight).

Maybe that’s why my decision of eating regular food was so shocking.

But try to understand me, love. I wake up at 4 a.m., a time “normal” people are usually sleeping. And by the time I can go eat something, and make noise in the kitchen, I’m so starving that a simple cake won’t solve my hunger.

And I also wanna eat something strong, something that can carry me along my day of work.

And thank God I don’t stop for a minute.

This is the best thing that ever happened to me. Be useful to tourists, help them.

Can’t wait to wake up at 4 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Anne Rios

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