Balneário Camboriú seems to have been designed for those who want to experience the main famous Brazilian attractions conveniently in one place without travelling all over the country.
Gosh, here’s my colonial moment, a French spreading French culture around the world. Enlightening ignorant locals, a beloved European tradition…
It can be challenging to manage your finances when you are travelling around the world…
On Santa Catarina Island, I resumed favourite activity #52—walking from one end of the beach…
Brazilians can run, drive, fish, swim and possibly have sex with flip-flop—gosh, right now I’m picturing a Brazilian wedding with the bride and groom wearing Havaianas.
Florianópolis is exactly the place we needed after Rio, and we only realized it after we landed.
We’re now in Florianópolis, a safe place to play with firecrackers because like Trump wisely noted, it’s “an island surrounded by water.”
Casinos have always had a reputation as the ultimate escape – the perfect playground for…
Centro, Lapa, Santa Teresa, Gloria, Catete and Other Places Your Rio Guidebook Told You to Avoid (In Pictures)
No wonder Advil is sponsoring the Rio Carnival. After five days of party, plus pré-Carnaval, we woke up cranky and with a headache or various other ailments.
What I like is street food, stuff everyone eats, popular local delicacies. Cheap, easy, tasty.
People of Rio tend to use common Spanish words with me when completing simple transactions, even though I show no sign of not understanding them.
This is what usually happens when several thousands of people gather in the empty and boarded up downtown of a giant city with an endless supply of beer
It’s like I’m tripping on LSD. Snow White is having beans and rice in a restaurant, Harry Potter is buying water, three unicorns are riding the subway and a guy is taking off his blond wig and his bra before going for a swim.
I think I understand why the top combo sold in food trucks at the Sambódromo was the “2 Red Bull + caipirinha.”
In life, one will have to make a number of decisions which will eventually shape…
On day 2 of Carnival, there were no less than 75 blocos scheduled all over the city.
On Friday, at 9:30 p.m., we were probably three of the many, many, many Cariocas and Brazilians getting ready for Carnival. For us, it was starting at the Sambódromo.
We’ll be okay, I thought, crossing the tunnel of death once again on the way back. Rio gets a lot easier once you just embrace it.
The city no longer feels dangerous or confusing, although many aspects of life in Bahia remain a mystery—but that’s fairly normal, Brazil is often puzzling to me.
Suddenly, there were tons of things we wanted to do even though an hour earlier, we didn’t have plans for that last day in Salvador.
After ten minutes in Pelourinho, two things became clear. First, if you’re ever going to set a meeting place in the area, don’t say, “by the old church.” Pelourinho is 40% historical monuments, 10% souvenir shops and 50% old churches.
On Saturday night, for the first day de pré-carnaval, Avenida Oceânica was being swept away by a tidal wave of people. Suddenly, the endless beer supply made sense.
Banco do Brasil was boarded up first. We were walking back from the supermarket late…
“Wait, let me get that straight… you’re buying me roses for the first time in twelve years and I have to offer them to a mermaid by tossing them into the sea?”