Looking out the 4th story window of our rented apartment and down on the tree in the middle of the small park below, I thought about agua de coco. I'd spent last night doubled over on the floor wishing I'd skipped lunch. Everyone else was two blocks away at the beach sitting in our usual spot or so we called it, despite the fact that we'd only been in Salvador three days. I took a familiar step to the bathroom but stopped when I saw a monkey jump from one branch to another. I didn't know there were monkeys in the city.