This February, I’m flying into the heartbeat of Brazil, where nights shimmer in samba and the air tastes like freedom. I’ll wander through the streets of Carnival, where laughter spills like champagne and strangers become stories.

I want to feel the city wake beneath my feet, to dance until the sun blushes over Rio’s skyline, to toast with new friends who know how to live without apology. I’m not chasing routine; I’m chasing rhythm the kind that moves through bodies, through glances, through connection.

So if you crave adventure and the kind of fun that doesn’t check the time, maybe we’ll find ourselves lost in the same sunrise, a little drunk on music, a little high on life, and smiling like the world just opened its arms to us.