Leaving Brazil

I had to catch a cab to the airport at about 1:00 on Saturday, and Felipe said that I could have lunch with the family if I wanted to, just to save me some hassle. Having seen his mum (and dad's) cooking, it took me a nano-second to say sure.
I obviously did not realise that his mum (and dad) would get up at the crack of dawn and start chopping and slicing and soaking and frying and simmering all in preparation for this feast.
The food was pretty breathtaking.
Felipe's mum proves that rice and beans can actually be a a sexy dish (I have been pestering them for the recipe, so far no luck). And they come with farofa, which to this day I am not sure exactly what it contains, but think couscous, just a lot more flvoursome. With bits of (I think) pig and banana in it. Trust me - it's great. Everybody loves farofa!
His dad made a special dish called (I think) bobu, which is very typical of the region in Brazil he is from. It was the nicest curry-like stew, just milder and sweeter, with fish and prawns and other things in it.
Needless to say it came with a couple of Caipirinhas to wash it all down, and baked bananas for dessert. It's pretty amazing the sort of things Felipe's dad manages to make out of the humble banana.
While it was all super tasty, in a way it was not the wisest thing to do on my ast day, because all the way to the airport all I could think about is how much I like Rio and how much I wanna stay.
Yes, it's true what they say. No matter what you come to Rio for - you never want to leave.