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.
Gustavo is away this week. He’s on a trip for work, which means this is the first time I’m staying here in Rio without him. Continue reading Introvert vs. Brazil
I’d been eyeing the Gringo Cafe for quite some time. When I lived in Paris, not far from my apartment was a restaurant called Breakfast in America. In the heart of Paris, there it was, this throwback to an American diner, with full-fledged American breakfasts in the land of croissants and jam. I loved it. Continue reading Gringo Cafe
If you think paperwork and Brazilian bureaucracy sounds daunting, let me tell you something: you’re absolutely right. Continue reading Applying for my Visa in Brazil
It sounds very romantic, doesn’t it? Meeting someone overseas. Various trips to get to know each other in, what feels like, exotic locations for the two of you. (It’s hard to imagine New Jersey as exotic, but it is very different from Rio.) And then, finally, you decide “We need to figure out how to be together in the same country.” Continue reading Getting Married in Brazil
As a kid, New Year’s Eve always meant sitting around the TV watching the ball drop in Times Square. At midnight, we’d grab some pots, pans, and spoons, run outside into the freezing weather, drumming and screaming “Happy new year!” Continue reading New Year’s in Rio
“Good news!” my mom messaged me. “I was able to get express on your second package without an extra fee. They told me it will be there in two weeks.”
Read. Nov. 26, 2017. Continue reading Run, Correios, Run