One way to know that you are back in Europe and not in Brazil anymore? Imagine what happened to me the other day when we were visiting friends. I had my baby boy on my lap after he had played with my friend’s children. Suddenly I smelled a not very strong but pretty unpleasant whiff of what I assumed was the result of my baby filling his diaper. I held him up and smelled his pants, but I wasn’t sure, because the stink was not strong. I looked at my wife and said „I think we have to change his diaper.“ But my friend’s wife smiled, pointed towards the kitchen where her children hat just started to prepare a slice of bread to eat and she said: „I think this is the French cheese in our fridge.“ It was. How I missed this – not the smell, only the cheese.