After a few long, long months of hard training, work, sweat, and tears, WODSunset came last week. It’s rare for there to be an individual category in which I can compete in most Crossfit competitions, so when this one came up, I jumped on it. In our first competition, Gustavo and I were able to compete as a team, but neither of us had the opportunity to test our skills and rankings as individuals. Until last weekend, that is.
If you’re not already following OutWOD, you should be.
They’re an an organization of athletes that create various fitness events around the world to fundraise for local LGBTQ organizations, not to mention the fact that they recently created a gender-inclusive CrossFit Open leaderboard. Continue reading OUTRio
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
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
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
Before we left for Maceió, I was angry at Rio, and at Brazil, and at Portuguese, and at culture shock. I was just petulantly repeating “nothing works” for about three days in a row. >
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)