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I walked through the parking lot on my way to class and I smelled acaraje. And something in me became so heavy and I pined for Bahia. The sun breathing down my neck, the sway and swing of the people, the lullaby of Portuguese, the salty scent of ocean.

I yearned for a way of being and time and living that is unlike this one. Just for a moment, I wished, sadly and deeply, that I was back in Brazil.

Then I turned into my building and headed into class. There is a time for everything.

Ate logo, Bahia.