Brazilians, if something hasn’t changed, it is their way of making appointments. One of the people that I was supposed to follow, is once of a sudden not here in Rio on the planned day of the match… I was talking to some people about my project yesterday, teling that I was nervous. Why? Well, I had everything planned out, like a proper “Northern European” (punctual and organised, apparently we’re famous for that, someone told me yesterday) girl. But I know Brazilians well enough to know that that was to good to be true. And I guess I listened a bit better to my guts this time, because I was right. It is not the end of the world, not nearly. It means just another day on the phone to reschedule everything. Because like a proper Norther European girl, I have a backup plan for nearly everything. Five minutes later I received an email from one of the two sponsor requests that I still have running, that the request was denied. Like a proper Brazilian this time, I shouted some Palavrões (Brazilian swearwords) towards my computer. With the energy I have saved the last couple of days I am ready to go, let the games begin. As soon as I will have finished my calls and reconfirmed everything, my next post with the people will be coming up.