A Love Letter to Rio

Sep 15

Rio is where I was born…

I left in 2019 to cross the ocean and start a new life in Europe, but the connection never faded. It sits quietly in my chest, reminding me that part of me will always belong there. It’s the place where I feel my ancestors, where the ocean, the mountains, and the streets carry the stories of my life. My roots run deep in that soil...

There are endless memories that make my heart full: memories of wandering through Sunday street markets, enjoying afternoon coffee at my grandma’s house (always served with a delicious cake she baked), every day surrounded by the Brazilian meals my mom made (with MPB playing softly in the background), long days at the beach, skin kissed by salt and warmed by the sun for hours; fresh coconut water at any time of the day. Even from far away, every corner, every street, every wave seems to carry the rhythm of life there, calling me back in memory and heart.

Life there is constant motion… alive every hour, full of chaos and tenderness, joy and struggle side by side. The city overflows in every sense: love, color, flavor, beauty, and contradictions that somehow make sense.

No matter how far I travel, Rio will always be my compass, guiding me back to myself. My forever home.

-Saudade é o amor que fica!

with love, always.