On the morning of the day of my trip to Brazil, last month, I was sitting in a beauty salon, waiting my turn to get my hair cut by a fantastic japanese hairdresser in New York, while I looked through a fashion magazine they had. It was a Vogue Italia, and a photoshoot with the brazilian Raquel Zimmermann called my attention. Proudly, I thought how beautiful, talented and versatile she is. That night, on the boarding gate, waiting to catch the plane to Brazil, the same Raquel Zimmermann walks by me and gets on the plane (she had a first class ticket, of course). I thought it was nice seeing her on that same morning in a magazine and wondered what a glamurous life she must have and where on the planet would she be that day. We flied "together" to Sao Paulo. And my surprise this week, getting on my plane to go back to New York, there she was again. I wanted to say hello, but of course I didn't say anything. I moved to my economic seat and I thought it was fun that we had something in common.