There was no cell nor Internet reception, no television -- no distraction period -- and after a week spent aligning my physical and emotional rhythm to the universe's, I was ready to explore Brazil a little.
Would I go to a Barry Manilow concert, sit amidst gaggles of screaming moms and their own mothers, waiting in anticipation for the opening whistles of "Can't Smile Without You" or the Chopin-inspired starting notes of "Could it Be Magic"? Of course. Really?
Brazilians would be far better off if its populace refused to tolerate the rogues' gallery that populates its government. But despite its social problems, the Rio Olympics may be the most entertaining Games ever.