I used to walk past the Julia de Burgos mural on 106th street almost every day when I lived in East Harlem. I had never read anything by her before and I loved the daily, poetic reminder she gave me. While I was in Puerto Rico last week, I kept thinking of that mural and the connection between NY and Puerto Rico, two places tightly tied together by culture, love, and pride. Continue reading San Juan
Yesterday, I was walking back from the grocery store when the porteiro called me over — a package had arrived. When I walked into his office to sign for it, there was another woman there, chit-chatting and watching the world go by. He mentioned to her that I wasn’t from Rio which, of course, led into a short conversation about where I was from and, the question I hate most, “Está gostando do Brasil?” Continue reading Flipping Over the Stone
The past two weeks have gone by so quickly. The holidays are approaching, or looming, whichever you prefer. Continue reading Sabbatical #4 & #5: Ilha Grande
For better or worse, I’ve definitely found a routine now. In the mornings, I do some yoga, brew some coffee, write, and study reiki. I sound like I’m on a retreat, though I suppose I set myself up for that. I still keep waking up before 6am, but at least I feel rested after doing so. Well, 90% of the time I do. Continue reading Sabbatical: Week 3
Finally checked off a visit to Beco do Batman in São Paulo.