When we were in Ireland, it rained.
Like, a lot.
It rained as we wandered through the streets of Cork, and it rained as we explored Elizabeth Fort. After a while, we started feeling downtrodden and melodramatic, weighed down by the grey skies and our sopping wet clothing.
So we took some photos, because what good is a foul mood if you can’t preserve it for posterity?
But one of us wouldn’t mind the rain at all. He just laughed it off, warming himself and anyone in a 50-foot radius with his smile.
Maybe it’s nature. Maybe it’s nurture. Maybe, when you are named after a city in Brazil, you carry the sun with you wherever you go.