I decided today that I should go to Rio before the year is out for a long overdue visit to my grandparents and some relatives. All of a sudden, I became very nostalgic thinking of my childhood holidays spent there. Particularly the smell of the ocean and the breathtaking views.
I was born in Rio de Janeiro. Despite its many problems (and believe me, we got problems), it is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. And I wouldn't change being a "carioca" even if you paid me one million dollars. (Well, I would perhaps consider it.)
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