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  • 2012, I journeyed to Brazil – Rio de Janeiro. I went to the huge football stadium, Estadio do Maracana, visited the beautiful beach, saw the huge famous statue; Christ the Redeemer and I had a great time. Me and my family went to stay in the expensive side of town, with the rich restaurants, 5 star hotels and we hired a Porshe to take us around town. I had a great time tasting all the foods, playing in the hotel pool and going to all the known attractions.

    After the 5th day of my trip I felt I was having the time of my life. I wanted to stay at the hotel and play all day long. But my dad dragged me out for a walk at 8am. We kept on walking, we lost track of time because of how beautiful the city was.

    As we meandered around, exploring the tiny alleys of Rio, we realized we were lost. We were scared and frightened as we were aware of the reputation the city had for drugs and alcohol and the violence it often brings. After an hour of walking we reach a small alley where we saw a small group of kids around my age playing football. We were reluctant to go and play or communicate with the kids. After watching for awhile they invited us to play made us feel comfortable. We could not understand them but used the language of football to communicate. After a while they showed us tiny Brazilian restaurant. There we tasted real Brazilian food. They brought us back to our hotel and the whole time we did not say a word to each other, but we were connected and I felt I made good friends that day. After all the fun we had in high class Rio the best part of my trip was connecting with those kids. Life is all about those small little moments!
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