I think of Brazil as being a day away.
A long day of multiple flights that connect me from one neighborhood to another. I pick up my local Berkeley bus to begin the day and close the day by jumping on the bus at the airport in Salvador, Brazil to take me home. It’s the long way of traveling. There is a flow of leaving one country and entering another on a bus. Or more like The Magic School Bus?
It might be awhile before I visit. These photos will have to do for now.