When I came home from my LDS mission two and half years ago it seemed the only memories I remembered were those associated with pictures and a few typical ones for stories. I think it must have been the stark difference in worlds that led to this temporary amnesia. Since the hospital when Kumquat was born, however, I've been having all sorts of flashbacks. Most of them have been from random streets or random people. I feel like I'm remembering a dream from the night before.
So in honor of the night before, a few stolen pictures that take me back to the warm nights and hot days of Brazil and the people that though missing from the pictures, I can still see: