Tropical Daydreams

When my husband Mark and I came to Búzios 12 years ago, we used to walk up and down the Rua das Pedras, or Stone Street, in the evening and ...

One fine specimen, this Fred . . . It’s official! The Brazilian 2014 World Cup soccer team has been selected! World Cup fever — always h...

Several weeks ago, I wrote about the mini-metropolis of Cabo Frio, immediately next door to the much smaller and much more cosmopolitan reso...

"This land is your land, this land is my land, From California, to the New York Island, From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream...

Niemeyer's lasting mark on Niterói Back in the days when we still lived in New York and my husband, Mark, used to write from time to...

Occasionally — very occasionally — I toy with the idea of returning to the United States, and wonder how easy or hard that might be. Would I...

Jardim Esperança—not too bad, just not pretty The first time Mark and I drove across the bridge into downtown Cabo Frio, the municipali...