It seemed fitting (if not incredibly stressful) to have it be just us during our last hours in Brazil. As I said, it was just us when we arrived and it would be just us as we left. We finished packing and ordered pizza and somehow made it through dinner, eating on only paper towels, having already packed up everything else, including the welcome kit.
We left on an overnight transcontinental flight which departed at nearly midnight. The shuttle came at 8:00, and Mauricio drove us to the airport, and we left Brazil. For now.
Sam up to his usual silliness. Over and over, he would announce throughout the day, "This is going to be the best night ever!"
The coconut palm in our front yard.
Cozinha sem pratileiras.
Everyone took early baths and put on their pajamas to sleep on the plane. Sam and Pete started waiting for the eight o'clock pick-up at six.
Our two years in Brazil ended much the way it began, hand in hand.
Photography by Elise Hanna.