Long before I ever smelled the combined scents of livestock, seafood, and fresh produce wafting though the Sao Joaquim market…tasted (and later “feened") moqueca and acerola juice…saw a cross being passed through the congregation of Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Rosário dos Pretor and watched people passionately run up just to touch a piece of it…or heard a man yell to me- in broken English - “I want to kiss your mouth”…
I felt Salvador.
