He called me at 11:12 PM yesterday, breathless, stuttering, confused. I was already opening a support ticket on the website when he murmured, "Help, there's a guinea pig giving birth in the ceiling of our villa on Cumbuco beach." He had taken the private jet; I went on a Romi Izzeta. I arrived 24 days later, no guinea pig. And he said: "Since you're here, then take care of the boa constrictor." It was worth every one of the 76 tolls between Canoas and Fortaleza.