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?
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