Tudo bem!

Put me any place in the world, 

and all will be well if you give me the things I love:

 Colorful birds, singing to me an unknown song,

[and maybe some I've heard before...];

trees, bearing flowers

 and fruits enormous and belo.

Then, of course, there's food:

like this meat and corn filled pastry discovered at the outdoor cafe across the street from my hotel,

and this bacon and mussarela crepe.

Each day we ate lunch in this outdoor court,

where we quickly realized

that suca naturale was the way to go [as in, fresh squeezed juice of every variety you could imagine...].

And then there was the frothy coffee, 

made with hot milk,

[rather questionably served in flimsy plastic cups...],

Brazilian chope [pronounced "chop-pee" and equaling beer]

and of course the caipirinhas

made with a Brazilian rum called cachaca and equaling sabarosa 

[translation YUMMY].

Our final evening found us being offered all kinds of alcohol

along with all kinds of meat

at a traditional Brazilian barbeque joint

at which we tried all we could,

begging for small amounts every time our meat-bearing friends came near [which equaled frequente].

The next morning I took advantage of one last moment 

with a delicious [and small] xicara of cafe,

and declared these aspects of 

my Brazilian visit to make me tudo bem for sure.