If Brazil is not the best country in the world, I don't know what is. And I have been around the block a few times. Let's see: plastic table service on the beach with caiprinhas and cold beer as the waves and sounds of samba and bouncy portuguese roll over. Vendors bringing carts by of grilled cheese covered in rosemary and grilled meats covered in farafo (manioc breadcrumbs). Carts of coconuts and cloves. Wanton display of browning flesh covered in Brazilian dental floss. Brazil, I will do your public diplomacy for free if you let me stay (and find me a Judia Brazilera).