Rio de Janeiro, 2017
I believe it was back in April when my wife and I was out on the town with her uncle Bengt. Suddenly and out of the blue he suggested that we should celebrate Christmas and New years in Rio de Janeiro. 5.2 seconds later it was settled, we were going.
Fast forward a few months, we left a cold and dark Sweden for Rio and its early summer weather. After emptying our Lufthansa plane on Baileys we found ourself in a taxi on our way to our hotel, Linda screaming every 30 second due to that Rio traffic.
Some might say we were unlucky with the weather but I say it was actually bearable. Not a big fan of the beach and the sun not being a total unbearable ass ment we could actually walk around without too much agony. This was especially welcome when we walked up higher to get a view of the city where our friend JP also met us for a few days before him being on his way to Peru.
Although I’m not a fan of the beach I suppose when it’s Copacabana you have to dip a toe or two just to say you did it. Well I dipped a bit more than that, the current and ways were incredibly strong. It knocked both me and Linda right off our feet, tumbling us around trying to kill us. The waves did not win the fight but it sure won the war and if you happen to find a pair of sunglasses at the bottom of the ocean they are most likely mine.
Christmas came around the corner and after a few days in the Rio sun it felt nice celebrating the winter holidays. We booked a Christmas evening at a more upscale hotel along the promenade at Copacobana. It was a lovely dinner with live music and the biggest and best Santa I’ve ever had the pleassure of meeting. For gifts we got a fabolous evening and just a tad of food poisening.
Taking it slow for a few days after Christmas we did some lighter activities visiting different tourist spots like the Lapa districts and the Selaron steps, killing time until the new year.
Then the day was finally upon us, New Year’s Eve. Everyone was dressing in white with splashes of different colors with different meanings for what the wanted for the new year. We did not book anything for the evening, we just strolled along the beaches taking part in the festive spirit and street party before the biggest firework display I have ever seen. 18 minutes long to welcome the year 2018
The day after, needless to say was slow, and for the last few days we took it easy just relaxing and enjoying Rio. We strolled along the city, visiting Sugarloaf mountain and had a few wonderful days before it was time to prepare for Sweden and winter again.