I feel bad for those who live in another country and don't have the opportunity to eat barbecued cheese with baked garlic bread on the beach.
The best thing is the Brazilian taste of an afternoon at the beach.
Let's ignore the previous post, I love my country.
I'll give a hint of where i live.
It's the second day of carnival, I'm at the beach, and i want to go home. There's loud noises, way too much people and people smoking.
Don't get me wrong, I love my country's party spirit and the knowing of How to throw a good one. But I think we could all be a little more mindful about not killing others by trying to kill ourselves.
Anyways, i think you might have a idea of what country i am now.