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Flipping Over the Stone

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

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Sabbatical: Week 3

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

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Abu Dhabi

In all of my travels, I somehow managed to avoid going so far east that I never needed to stop in the United Arab Emirates. (Which is probably the opposite of what every Australian traveller has ever experienced, ever.) So, understandably, I was both intrigued and a bit nervous when I booked my flight for ICANN60, set in Abu Dhabi. Continue reading Abu Dhabi

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Coming to Paz

There are a few places that I’ve traveled to where I felt an immediate bond. The first time I went to Paris as a teenager, I remember standing on the Seine, in a very romantic and cliché manner, thinking, “I’ll be back.” And each time I’ve left Italy, I’ve kicked and whined all the way to the airport saying that I belonged there, I liked life better there, I wanted to stay. I almost did, after all. Continue reading Coming to Paz

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A Weekend in Petrópolis

Petrópolis, also known as the Imperial City, is about an hour and a half bus ride from Rio de Janeiro and is not to be confused with propolis, the throat spray, as I have a tendency to do. I also have a tendency to overreact to the prospect of sitting on a bus for over an hour, but in spite of the steady drive into the mountains, it wasn’t nearly as terrible as I expected. Continue reading A Weekend in Petrópolis