April 2011
5 posts
Foods of Brazil
Trying to think of all the traditional Brazilian foods upon which I chowed down. I know I must be forgetting some things. I can’t remember the name of that grits-like goop, heavy on the garlic, that is served with Mocqueca.
Mocqueca I make this at home in Brooklyn! Had it in Cabo Frio with shrimp and dorada, it was delicious. Coxinha Greasy, deep fried, chicken croquettes. Not my favorite -...
April 11: I know the end before the story's been...
Am I really that nostalgic that I am listening to, and quoting, Sade? Every time I return from a trip overseas, I think of that headline from The Onion - and I’m paraphrasing here - “Tourist on Vacation Thinks, ‘Hey, Maybe I Could Live Here!’” The trip, like any, was eye opening, beautiful, inspiring, very reflective and alone at times, and jarring.
While driving...
April 08. Last day in Rio.
So, today my plan is to hit the Botanic Gardens, the record store Tracks with my fingers firmly crossed for Bossa Nova treasures to fill my empty record-sized duffle bag, Sugar Loaf, and perhaps the Copacabana boardwalk.
Yesterday afternoon I spend on Ipanema beach, thong-clad like a real Carioca. In the shop “Secret Woman” - love that name, I crack up at the teeny bikini. The...
April 07. Santa Teresa Tram.
Glad I left my watch at the apartment. In addition to being afraid that it will be pickpocketed (although it’s a counterfeit purchased at the Ben Thanh market in Saigon), no one is in a rush here. Even the way Cariocans speak. Fast sometimes, but certain tones are drawn out and slow, as if they will finish the phrase after a good long thought and breath.
Currently I’m smack at the...
April 06, GIG Airport. We land.
I press my face against the small, dirty airplane window, and check out the city in the valley, green jungle surrounding, mountains in the background with clouds dotting the tops. I take a deep breath, feeling weirdly hopeful. Filled with that feeling you get from a solo adventure. Also inhaling a slight smell of sulfur from 9 plus hours of non stop farting from my seat neighbors. Planes are...