Did I really travel?

It’s been already ten days since I left my country, but something feels wrong. I feel home! Funny, right? But South Africa is really similar to Brazil. Starting by the people. Both countries have white and black living together. And, especially the white ones, have really similar outfits. The South Africans are a mixture of Europeans, like the Brazilians are. I’m a good example of “nations soup”; I have descendents from Portugal, Italy, Spain and Greece. I asked some people here about their origins, and they said me the most different countries from Europe. Lots of Europeans immigrated here after World War 2… but what a good choice! I think they really came to live in this paradise. Here they have amazing beaches, the blue water contrasting with the green vegetation and the white sand. Lots of big houses, some with the cliff train to transport people down from the highest rooms. You can’t lose the view, you can’t lose the breath. Almost the same principle as the Cliff that takes the tourists up to Table Mountain, the rock that is in the middle of the city. And – I can’t forget my country – it remembers me the Pao de Acucar, another unbelievable sight from Rio de Janeiro. Ok, I know that there is no place like another, and that’s no people like others. But it is a compliment to the country from the other side of Atlantic Ocean: as I love my Brazil, I love South Africa!