During the sunny days of Rio, I’m bestowed an obligation to go to the beach, feel the sand vibrate with children playing, observe the wildly talented locals juggle the soccer ball and swim in the cool tinted cyan water. I have never been to a city that has given me such a good reason for a midday beer. There is only one way the Cariocas serve this wheaty treasure: ice cold and with a smile. Even if you have a strict diet or close to religious practice of abstaining from weekday alcohol, you will give into the warm Brazilian kiss of the sun that offers no absolution, but to indulge in the carbonated amber substance.
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