As a birthday treat for Leana, we spent this past weekend (thanks to her parents, a friend, and the manager!) at the JW Marriot on Copacabana beach. As she’s leaving me AGAIN this year (she left our old teaching job... Continue Reading →
To know me is to know I am competitive. There is a lot of mellow in me, a lot of "I could lie on this beach for 24/24 hours every day," but then there is this side that says things... Continue Reading →
I'm sure someone somewhere has already, but I feel compelled to write a "guide to feeling like you're living in a foreign country, according to someone who is doing an okay job at it, with input from others, who are... Continue Reading →
I'm trying to be more healthy with Lent. Last week I bought radishes and like three things I thought were cilantro (and weren't). But the biggest fail . . . well . . . I have a lot of fruit allergies, but... Continue Reading →
Two weeks into Lent and so far, mostly good on the no wine/fries/chocolate thing. I believe in the Lent where you get one day off a week (if you want) because there are technically 46 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter,... Continue Reading →
Nothing like a public diary (blog) to help you see the ways you've (hopefully, but not always) grown and matured, and to observe the running themes in your life. On big days, or days that seem big, I like to... Continue Reading →
I am in the last 24 hours of my current vacation. It has been 53 days since I have worked. Isn't that obnoxious?! It's also lovely. Really, truly lovely. In that time, I've flown home to the States, had a... Continue Reading →
I love having a "Days Until" app that keeps me excited about things ahead. I love reminding myself "just one month left and you won't have a mosquito bite! just a few weeks more and all the Flaming Hot Cheetos... Continue Reading →
Happy anniversary to me! 500 days ago today, I looked at my phone calendar, and it said "move to Rio and rule the world." So after very little sleep, my mom and sisters drove me to the airport in the... Continue Reading →
What do you call an old snowman? Water. Why did Santa's little helper feel sad? He had low elf esteem. I've got a thing on the side. Yeah. That's right. A... Continue Reading →
I love Thanksgiving. I love looking on facebook and instagram and seeing everyone get mushy about those they love, and taking a solid timeout from the angry-elfness that seems to be infecting the interwebs lately. I love the family photos... Continue Reading →