Maybe I should move to Australia.
When I say “looking at the sights” I mean, in large part, looking at the men. Rio is perv city and even for someone as cool and aloof as I usually am, it sometimes takes an effort not to stare. There are men of all shapes, sizes and colours, but this city seems to have an abundance of stop-dead-in-your-tracks gorgeous men. Dead-set spunks, as we say in my country.
Despite the distractions and fun of today, as I go to bed tonight I'm missing Brent really badly. We have never been great at being apart and it doesn't take very long before I start to feel the pain of our separation. We're in touch by text message numerous times each day but it's not the same as crawling into bed together, or sharing our day's stories over a glass of wine in the kitchen, or knowing he's just there if I need him. I'll take that over a truckload of hot Brasilieros, any day.
