The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. I must have looked like a strange passenger, going to the domestic airport, leaving a man and a child behind.
French woman in English Canada.
Looking for comrades to start a revolution.
In the meantime, I write stories, explore cultures and travel. You know, the usual.
The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. I must have looked like a strange passenger, going to the domestic airport, leaving a man and a child behind.
The past three days have been weird, almost out of character for Brazil—cool, rainy, us being tired, sick and anxious.
We found the beach—the beach without any cocktail carts, the beach so far into the island that we passed ranches, horses and cows on the way instead of restaurants, the beach so remote that parking...
There are a few sentences you really don’t want to hear when you’re in a car. “Hey, what’s that red light blinking?” for instance. Or “shit, totally forgot to fill up,” “Why is there a police car...
Nowadays, the majority of top colleges in the US have started to offer excellent exchange programs which gives students an opportunity to go abroad, to study there and to acquire unique experience...
For 40 reais ($9.50), the bodyboard was a good deal, even though I suspected that like riding the trottinette, it would be a steep learning curve.
Even though I refuse to swim at Praia dos Ingleses—too many cocktail lemon slices floating around—it’s actually fairly entertaining to watch Brazilians, Argentinians and Uruguayans at the beach.
Carnival is still a month away but it’s a serious affair around here and I’ve been seeing (and hearing) schools rehearsing late at night in Floripa Centro.
We know what to expect from Praia do Moçambique—a 14-km-long mostly empty beach with plenty of birds… and traffic jams.
We slipped into our Havaianas and walked to the nearest padaria in town. There was only one customer in front of us at the bakery—an Argentinian lady who was apparently trying to buy enough food to...
We were completely confused. We know Florianópolis very well and we had realistic expectations—old airport, step out, walk to the rent-a-car office across the airport, drive to centro with said...
So this is my new Brazilian mystery. Why do you need a CPF to buy cellphone cards with minutes?
The top of the Pão de Açúcar is probably not where you want to be stuck during a downpour but hey, that’s where we were.
Never seen garbage bins overflowing with discarded green coconuts before? Now you have.
Maybe I’m weird, but I always travel with a spoon. Eh, don’t judge. How else are you supposed to eat yogurt in your hotel room?
Our apps were right. Several days of rain were forecast and indeed, it’s raining in Rio de Janeiro.
Flying from Congonhas to Santo Dumont is a treat, never mind these two smaller airports are old, crowded and barely have landing strips.
Brazil is not what you think it is and São Paulo is a good introduction to it.
On December 31, we were ready for the new decade and a fun party on Avenida Paulista, in São Paulo.
No matter how hard you try, there’s no way to get a proper night’s sleep when you have to be up at 5 a.m., unless it’s part of your daily routine—and I can assure you it’s not part of mine.
The city skyline of Boston in all its glory When some travellers think about visiting and exploring the US, the “Big Apple” and California’s west coast are some of the first areas that spring to mind...
Despite the ongoing protests, Santiago is still Santiago—reliably hot and sunny, crowded and lively, enjoyable with barrios quieter than Plaza Italia.
It all happened very fast. Feng and I parted ways at the Costanera Center, a large shopping mall, after climbing up and down Cerro San Cristóbal. It was around 5 p.m. The guys wanted to get ice cream...
Santiago looks like a battlefield. Garbage cans, metro stations, bus shelters have been torched. Businesses are boarded up. There’s glass everywhere. The most impressive part may be the walls...
