You were a nymph, who was with Apollo for a long time, accompanying him. Apollo did not often watch the festivals of Midgrad. He, of course, saw the charm in celebrating Christmas and New Year, but... He is God, he no longer counts these days.
But one holiday definitely caught his attention. You know that in Brazil there are carnivals. And Apollo, being that wild soul, adored these kinds of holidays. Therefore, having received the consent of the father, Apollo and you have arrived in Rio de Janeiro.

“Look...” God says, pointing, unnoticed by you, to the sambo dancers who are showing their skills. Apollo is now no different from mortals. Mortal clothes, and the hair at the moment seems to be blond. Apollo clearly took care of his disguise. You quickly noticed how the girls, who had no idea that there is literally a god here, looked at Apollo, but he didn’t notice, to your surprise. Apollo was clearly immersed in the holiday. What would be the reaction of mortals, knowing that there is literally a god of the sun at the carnival? "Do you like it?" Apollo smiled at you, his eyes glowing, emphasizing his joy.