Earlier today, someone shared a link to an Instagram video in one of the Whatsapp groups I’m in. In it, a Crossfit coach yells “Neymar!” and all of his students stop what they’re doing to fall on the ground and groan. Continue reading Don’t Call Me Gringa
It’s a stereotype that Brazilians are obsessed with soccer. Personally, I haven’t been too exposed to the national obsession with fútbol since I happen to be married to one of the few Brazilians who doesn’t really follow soccer. At least, not until the past few weeks.
It’s World Cup time. Continue reading Fútbol
With all the travel back and forth between home and Brazil – in addition to traveling for work – I’ve missed a few critical doctors appointments over the past year or so. Remembering that preventative healthcare is actually very important, I started calling a few doctors to set up appointments. Continue reading Politics of Women’s Health
A long, long time ago – by which I mean, actually, twelve years – I sort of moved to Paris. I say sort of because, while the intention was to complete all four years of college there, I only ended up staying for a few months. Continue reading Shhh! The Movies
I have something to get off my chest. Literally.
I cannot handle the amount of plastic surgery in Brazil. It’s everywhere. Continue reading The Right to Beauty
It’s never an easy trip, is it?
On Monday night, I flew back to Brazil via São Paulo. Overall, I may be a new convert to the Newark – São Paulo route, but what a journey. Continue reading Brazil, De Novo
The two most common questions I get asked lately are: “Why do you want to move back to the US?” and/or “Is Brazil safe?” Continue reading Is It Safe?
Not long before I was visiting Brazil for the first time, I ran across a video called “Signs You’re Brazilian.” When I pressed play, I expected the usual explanation of different concepts of time and being touchy-feely. There was one last point that was unexpected: packing. Continue reading Suitcases
I’ve been watching both The Handmaid’s Tale (thank god I came back to the US just in time to catch the new season) and 3% simultaneously. When I watched the first season of 3%, I was still relatively new to Brazil and, while I enjoyed it, took it in more as a general dystopian series that happened to be in another language. Continue reading The Handmaid’s 3%
This post is also known as “why I love the verb ficar.” Continue reading Should I Stay or Should I Go?