I am not from a place where you can see your feet when standing in ocean water. What happened New Jersey?
I spent about two weeks in Rio de Janeiro before heading to Maceió for Carnival, which is ironic, because as an American in Rio during Carnival, the expectation is certainly not for me to leave right when the festivities start. I feel like I got fast-tracked to being jaded about all the crowds, which is about right since most crowds give me panic attacks that lead to me randomly pushing people and then feeling like a monster afterwards. Continue reading “Maceió Pt.1: The departure”
It’s no secret that I love Rio. A lot. Probably more than what would be considered normal for someone who’s only been twice. I mean, it was the only place that could contend with Italy when I was planning to move overseas last year. And while Italy immediately felt like home from the first time I visited, my infatuation with Brazil likewise began on my first trip a year and a half ago.
Maybe the words to describe a visit to Brazil exist only in Portuguese because I have yet to find them. Continue reading “365 Photos – Brazil Style (35/52)”