Every visit to Porto Alegre, after I settled in Canada, is an invitation to a life without rules. Are we going to parade at Carnival, in Porto Seco? Great idea. How about drinking in Cidade Baixa on a Wednesday? I'm ready. Chimarrão in Redenção and a Cavanhas xis? It's for now. There is no schedule, there is no diet, there is no discipline. A square becomes a stage; a quindim, a delicacy. Maybe it's nostalgia, maybe it's nostalgia, maybe I like Porto Alegre, because I'm not part of it anymore. #tbt