Stepping off the plane, I remember that first step – I was now in South America. A continent that I planned to get to I just didn’t think it would be so soon. Do you remember first steps? Like a kid in a candy shop I was in awe – but that’s why I love to travel. Naturally I love to experience the unknown, but my favorite thing to do is to get entirely lost in a city, that somehow lets me find my way home – yet again, and again. Through the wet and wild streets under the shadow of light rain, I kept clean, dreamy, wide-eyed and curious. I made it to the highest point in the Jazz Favela taking the city in. When you take those first steps, remember them, fulfill new dreams, and always blame it on Rio.