The rickety old bus bumped and tumbled its way down the winding roads, drifting between pavement and dirt roads alike. The sun beat down brutally through the dusty windows, making the often crowded environment even less appealing. The hot, uncomfortable blue seats were scarce. The majority of us stood holding onto various, oddly intertwining metals bars that somehow kept everything together. This was travel in Brazil. It was one of those hard weeks. When you find yourself questioning once again what you are doing, why you decided to come, and why you haven’t gone home yet. Sometimes, life just doesn’t seem worth the effort we put into it. It was that kind of day. The sort where you feel a little like you are banging your head against a brick wall in a maze without an exit. But I was saved by a distraction. The bus had been rolling on, passing by what looked more like a makeshift bus stop, when suddenly the motorista (bus driver) slammed on the breaks. I looked out the window t