The word 'summer' almost has a whole other meaning when you live in the tropics of Brazil. Although its typically hot and balmy, there’s a different sort of feeling in the warm(er) season. A true sensory experience if you will: slipping your toes into your worn-out havaianas feels different – it’s like even your toes know its exciting outside. I swear, you can even hear the sea louder and the breeze is saltier and more coconutty; days seem carefree but nostalgic at the same time. It’s almost as if you’ve been thrust into a song written by Tom Jobim. Summer becomes a verb when you are in Brazil... and I call that magical.

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