Carnival

     Once we found ourselves in the warm backseat of Evandro's van for what felt like the thousandth time that day, we soon started for Sambodromo. Although my eyes began to droop heavily, urging me to close them just for a couple of seconds, I knew that seconds could turn into minutes, and minutes into hours. No. I had to stay awake. Today, I was in Rio de Janiero, on my way to see the stage for the biggest carnival in the world, Sambodromo. That was not something I wanted to miss.
       After what seemed like a fleeting five minutes, Evandro soon came to a screeching halt before a vast, tremendously spacious passage way, lined with thousands of seats for spectators. In the hot, muggy air of the night, the stadium seemed all the more silent and still, devoid of any signs of live. Staring tiredly at the utter lack of people in the dimly lit stadium, I had to close my eyes for a second just to remember what Rio's Carnival in full swing would look like. Ah yes, throngs of extravagantly dressed men and women would walk down this very passageway, flaunting their dazzling sequences and feathers at excited spectators, locals and foreigners alike. And not only would there be thousands of colorful and enthusiastic individuals walking down the parade, smiling and waving, but the proud floats as well. Each would be grandiose and spectacular in their own individual ways. Each desperately striving to outdo the other and win the people's attention.
        Yes. This immensely quiet passageway, Sambodromo, was home to one of the world's most extravagant festivals, bursting with activity, and pulsating with life. After solely envisioning what Sambodromo would look like in Carnival, I felt like it was proper that the grounds of the world's greatest party get some peace and quiet at times. Of course, after several photos of the area, Evandro waved us back into the car, where we would soon be making our final stop for the day, our hotel.