Rio seems a million miles away, but here are my collected memories from the trip. I just ate half a block of Velveeta and drank a glass of white wine, so I’m ready…

A few snippets, and a few pictures, until I have time for a more proper update. I toddle and trip over a mile of mosaic cobblestone sidewalks to my metro stop,  then climb…

I am in Rio de Janeiro, which appears to be pronounced as in my title by the Cariocas (people who live here, I don~t know why they aren~t called Rio de Janeirians –…