I can’t believe two weeks has already gone by so quickly. I feel like I was just picking Gustavo up at the airport, showing him his first glimpse of (dirty) snow after a particularly brutal end to the NJ winter. Continue reading New Jersey, Round 2
After my longest stay in Brazil yet, I left for the United States at the beginning of March. By January, it’s safe to say I was pretty much standing at our door waiting for the days to go by, luggage in hand. One more delayed package, one extra “surprise” tax, one more person acting like my accent makes my Portuguese utterly unintelligible, one more night of traçantes and I would’ve just started swimming across the Atlantic. Continue reading One Month Back
In the last year, both Erica and I had just entered the world of Crossfit when the 2017 Crossfit Open started. For Erica, her first WOD ever was 17.5, For me, I wasn’t looking to compete at the time, though looking back I wish I had. Continue reading Our first Crossfit Open
While I’ve been thrilled to enjoy life’s little luxuries in the United States, there’s been a few elements of Brazilian culture that I do miss. Continue reading The Brazilian Lining
With me being back in the United States, we’re back to being in a long distance relationship for the next few months. In some ways, it makes things easier — when I’m in the US, I have all of the comforts of home, time with my family, and access to the best city in the world: New York. Continue reading 5,000 Miles
After almost five straight months of being in Rio, I arrived back in New Jersey this past weekend.
I was ready. Continue reading It snowed!
I’ve implied before (and will do so again) that in the US we don’t really know much about Brazil except that it exists. Maybe they speak Spanish, and the capital is possibly Buenos Aires. There’s a big statue of Christ down there, but it’s pretty dangerous. Right? Continue reading Random Facts You Don’t Know About Brazil… Until You’re In Brazil
Gustavo and I first met almost three years ago. In that time, we’ve gone from dating, to just being friends, to being in a long-distance relationship, to getting married when neither of us thought we would. Fortunately, Gustavo is quite the talker and I’m quite the emotional processor, both of which mean that we do a good job of communicating with one another. Continue reading Me, You, and Everyone We Know
Many of us Americans are guilty of seeing Rio as a year-round Carnaval. Images on TV of Samba dancers in elaborate, and teeny tiny, costumes, parading down the Sambadrome — a translation that still makes every Portuguese-speaker that I know giggle — with huge smiles on their faces. And, of course, Christ the Redeemer lurking somewhere in the background. Continue reading Surviving Carnaval, Carioca-Style
a.k.a. personal space does not exist in Brazil.
How many times have I heard “Americans are so cold!”? Each time, I object. Not all Americans are cold. I don’t mind hugging and kissing — after all, I come from an Italian-American family. We’re very touchy-feely.
Or so I thought.