Tropical Daydreams

...one, two, three....pause....one, two, three... Remember those high school gym classes when some handsome volunteer fireman would come...

Hard to forget the many catchphrases of my youth, like Eh, what's up, Doc? and Heeeeere's Johnny , and the always sturdy  Go ah...

I know, dear readers, that many of you are sitting at the edge of your seat, wondering how some of our ongoing dramas have turned out. Well,...

At the very bottom of our street is Bakery 1, Sonho de Búzios. It’s unpretentious, badly decorated, and poorly lit by ugly fluorescent light...

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...