“I held on to my straw hat as I bounced around madly inside the roaring machine known as a bus. The full moon beamed down on the waves that trailed alongside our path along the not so smooth sand. I had been advised to grab a seat on the left side and I was rewarded with the constant kiss of the wind, smell the sea and the chance to witness the beauty that is the Brazilian coast. As every limb and muscle jolted and jumbled around, I reminisced ab...