A Black British Girl's Perspective of a Global Village
If I leave Rio having learnt just one new word, it would have to be "calor"- "heat". And to say it the correct Carioca way would simply be (with lots of sensuality); "Ay Calooor!" Don't forget to repeat it at least 5 times to yourself and anyone else around you- just in case they too have... Continue Reading →
It's raining here in Rio. And not just raining but thundering down. It's taken almost two weeks to arrive as thunder was predicted during the early days of my arrival however it's only just showed up with a bolt! And then as quick as the rains started it's ended... And the starts again. My Carioca... Continue Reading →
