I flew back to São Paulo almost two weeks ago and crashed. I was beat, still am actually. After 3 weeks of 18 hour days and having to be somewhere every morning the mere fact that time doesn't matter when I'm here always throws me and takes some time to adjust to. Imagine running a marathon and then not having any streets to run on after it's over. I have a couch, an Apple TV and my social media addiction to keep me company. It's also still winter here so cold, dark and rainy days are an change from 110 and full sun. Oh well. I live a life of contrasts.