The next day was a beauty. Our festival shepherd, Julia, took us to lunch upon Reid’s request. We’d been hoping someone would know where to eat, in the deepest sense of the word. She nailed it.
Rio das Ostras
After the show in Rio de Janeiro, we drove south to a smaller coastal city. I think I spent the entire ride staring out the van window. There was so much to take in as the morning fog lifted; shipping yards, the stench of sewage, little shanty towns dotting the landscape where chickens scratched in the dirt and huge satellite dishes perched on every other roof, small clutches of people walking or...