Arriving in Recife just feels like a dream. Out of the airport and straight into the heady scent of flowers. I was taken to Olinda - a gorgeous pile of colonial buildings on sea on cobbled stones on palm trees. After a groggy sleep, being woken by the Blocos passing by. The rhythms of Maracatu, Frevo and Batteria sliding neatly into my dreams, allowing my subconscious to fully register - I have arrived. I am here. The Maracatu beat finally ripped me from my soft slumber and pulled me onto the streets into a blaze of red and gold, giant heads and glittered faces.