why porto alegre felt like a secret conversation with the atlantic, and why i might still be here

wish i’d known about the mercado público de Gramado before i downed three liters of churros. lesson learned: sugar crashes in new places turn into existential crises. still, can’t complain. porto alegre said hello, i took it as an invite. weather, quirks, terrible decisions-it’s all here now. hope you like 18.45°C and a side of unfiltered energy.