Tropical Daydreams

I’ve just read David Sedaris’s article Long Way Home in the April 1 st edition of the New Yorker, about the theft of his passport, with hi...

As Mark and I patiently waited our turn at the 127 th Police Precinct in Búzios, I had time to soak up the atmosphere. It was something lik...

Down at the end of our street, all of a five-minute walk from our house, there is an old-fashioned Mom & Pop grocery store, the Mercad...

Can't get more glamorous than "la Bardot" I don't have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times Mark and I...

The classic Brazilian stew known as moqueca has a lot in common with other countries’ signature dishes, such as France’s bouillabaisse and ...

Headline-grabbing, shocking, all-consuming, gripping, engrossing, hypnotic, riveting . . . these are just some of the adjectives that descri...

There are three piers in our bay, though as best I can tell only one is used as a pier. That’s the Fishermen’s Pier, so-called because it ju...