Tropical Daydreams

We had emptied the refrigerator, packed our bags, hugged all our friends, said our good-byes. I had announced to my blog readers that I was ...

Usually when Mark and I walk on "our" beach of Manguinhos, we turn left towards the commerce and the restaurants. It just seems mo...

 the divine batata baroa If I were a complainer I could easily complain about not being able to find a real thick-skinned Idaho bakin...

...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...