From the Soul of Brazil
Our house is amazing. We are giving up the predictable security and quiet of a hotel for character, and HOW. Our house in the historical district of Salvador is owned by an American from Hollywood.
TO BE FAIR…
Ok, so the "hole" had its good points. Cultura Inglesa, for starters, is impressive. That's the English school in Recife where the CELTA course was held. Its banks of computers with fast cable connections, a fully stocked library, its always smiling, helpful staff,...
Out of the Hole
Like Saddam Hussein, I crawled out, unkempt, squinting against the glare of the sun.
TWISTED TONGUE
Don’t cry for me…My apartment in Boa Viagem, Recife, Brazil is one block from the beach. Good thing I can see it, because other than one or two jogs, I’ve not had time to go there.
Life is a Beach
I am at Tartaruga Beach, one of twenty beaches on the Buzios peninsula. In Brazil, going to the beach is the raison d’ etre – everything is planned around it – and so when in Rome…
THE LESSON
I moved into an apartment today just a few feet from the water. The WHY I switched locations is another story which I will write about when I've had a chance to cool down. Suffice it to say, that leaving the Aqua Barra Guesthouse in Buzios, Brazil was something I...
BLOGJAM
LOG-BLOG!!! Half finished articles are jamming my notebooks faster than I can write and log them. Someone told me a "blog" is the "same as an article, only unpublished". I am in Brazil with stories coming out of my ears. But I normally spend up to two weeks writing an...
SHARK ATTACK!
Surfer on Buzios Beach, Brazil I have set out to swim alone among the expats of Buzios. Stefano, who once tooled around Miami in a long yellow Cadillac, played professional tennis in France, frequented the international party circuit between Uruguay, Marabella, and...
Buzios
Fisherman near mi casa, Buzios, Brazil After three months, I have returned to the Brazil – the one that remains after the lights have been dimmed on the world’s biggest party and the tourists have gone home. In the article “Walk Like a Brazilian”, I wrote that my...
Kathmandu, Nepal – Expat Haven Or Paradise Lost?
In I've been to plenty of third world countries, but nothing prepared me for Kathmandu. It was as if a time capsule, the Thai Air Jet on which I arrived, dropped me into a medieval village. From the airport we barreled in a beat-up mini bus through potholed twisted...