Saturday, May 31, 2008

In love all over again

I have been back in NYC less than 24 hours and have already:

- Seen the Sex and the City movie (loved it; going again on Tuesday)
- Read the Sunday New York Times (the portion that comes early with Saturday's paper)
- Ridden the subway four times
- Had Red Mango
- Witnessed a homeless man peeing in broad daylight
- Run into a friend from school on the subway platform
- Wandered the Union Square farmers' market
- Watched the Yankees on TV

God, I love this city. While I know I will miss Sao Paulo, there's no place like home.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Synsepalum dulcificum

Just when I was beginning to mourn the fact that I'll no longer be able to have great açaí whenever I want it, miracle fruit comes along...

Monday, May 26, 2008

Serra da Concórdia

Last weekend was a four day weekend due to the Corpus Christi holiday that is celebrated in Brazil. Dave and I took advantage of his Thursday and Friday off and visited the Serra da Concórdia wildlife sanctuary in Valença, a small town in the state of Rio de Janeiro. Run by Roberto Lamego, one of the kindest Brazilians I have met, the sanctuary occupies land that was once used for growing coffee in the 1800s when Valença was the booming hub of many of Brazil’s most successful coffee plantations.

Today Valença is a sleepy town with a beautiful cathedral, surrounded by the ruins of the old plantations (some of which have been made into museums) and bare, dry hills for as far as the eye can see. After driving along the arid – though once heavily forested – landscape, scattered with a few banana trees and sad-eyed cows, entering the Serra da Concórdia provides a much needed respite. The sanctuary exists due to Roberto’s Herculean efforts to maintain the land that has been in his family for generations, unlike his neighbors who have slashed and burned their lands into dry nothingness.


Roberto and the three brothers he employs have planted innumerable trees in an effort to reforest the area and welcome back the butterflies, birds, sloths, and monkeys that call the forest home. They have also begun planting some organic coffee and hope to start selling a small amount next year. The sanctuary is also used as a classroom for school groups and corporate retreats. Participants come for 1-3 day programs and learn from local biologists and ecologists about the dire state of the Mata Atlântica (Brazil’s Atlantic Forest). For many city-dwelling attendees, this is their first exposure to nature and the forest.



During our visit to the sanctuary, Dave and I were each given a tree to plant. In addition, we were able to see the large amount of planting that was funded by our wedding registry (every pole you see in the photo below marks the spot where a seedling has been planted). For our wedding, as many of you know, we had a charitable registry through an organization called Global Giving. We chose two projects to which we asked our guests to donate; Roberto’s reforestation project was one of them.

Roberto also took us to see the future site of his next endeavor. He is currently raising money to begin a community garden project that will help educate poor residents of Valença who have land but don’t know how to grow on it. Participants in the project (so far one man has been selected) are provided with the necessary seedlings and irrigation, and are taught how to plant an organic garden. They must promise to share their produce and knowledge with their neighbors. To learn more about this project you can visit the project page on Global Giving’s website.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

We don't need a president in his 70s

On what (I hope) will be a definitive day of primaries in the United States, I leave you with this fun fact:

John McCain is older than both of Barack Obama's parents!


(A big thank you to Jenn's blog for leading me to this priceless site: Things Younger than John McCain.)

Friday, May 16, 2008

RI 'til I die

My friend Gaurav recently alerted me to this post on Curbed, a real estate blog that I had never heard of but Dave informed me is "well known." For the record, Roosevelt Island was an idyllic place to grown up and I resent the way in which Joey, whoever he is, has chosen to portray my homeland which is by no means, "a place with no government or laws."

Here is the original post from the Roosevelt Islander, another blog, which even has a lovely follow up about how David and Emilia's request was heard and granted.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The first of the lasts




The lasts have begun.

Bri and Sabrina (photographed above with Dave) were our last visitors. They left Brazil on Monday evening. With them, we took our last trip to Rio (for now, that is, as we will for sure be back to visit some day). The two photos of Dave and me above were both taken atop Pão de Açúcar (or, Sugarloaf) in Rio. The first was taken during our first trip there together, right after we got engaged, in March of 2006. The second, darker one was taken last weekend. And, the saddest last of all: my last glass of juice at Polis Sucos, my favorite sandwich and juice stand, in Ipanema.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Swim meet



Last weekend, Bill, Braiden, Dave, and I drove to Campinas (a town two hours from Sao Paulo) so that I could compete in my first Brazilian swimming tournament. My coach recruited me to swim as he said the team from my gym needed more women entrants. Saturday morning was cold and I was not pleased to learn, upon arrival, that we would be swimming in an outdoor pool. I was entered in just one event, the 800m freestyle, along with 34 other female competitors. We were grouped in heats of eight based on previous race times. As I didn't have any previous 800m times on record, I was put in the slowest group and was the only person below the age of 60 in our heat which was the first swim of the morning.

After a solid warm up, I got increasingly nervous as the time came for me to step up onto the block. When the signal to start swimming - a loud beep - finally went off, I dove into the heated pool, only to have my worst fear realized: my goggles came off my face. I managed to keep swimming and adjusted them back into place, my eyes stinging as I gasped for breath in an effort to not slow down. Despite my inauspicious start I managed to keep a steady pace and finish with a time of 14:26:02 (a number I didn't find out until I showed up to swim at the gym on Monday). Cold and eager to not stand around for the rest of the morning watching strangers, we left soon after I showered and changed; one of the later heats of my event was still in progress.

Monday morning I arrived at the gym and started my workout like usual. After my 45 minute swim, I got out of the pool and my coach showed me a sheet with the results: I had come in third! I was a little sad that we hadn't stuck around, but at least Braiden, Bill, and I had posed for a joke photo on the podium, so I did get to stand on it. And, yesterday after swimming, I finally got my bronze medal.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

One turtle's struggle

Taken at Projeto Tamar the turtle sanctuarty in Pria do Forte.

Afro-Brazil



Bill, Braiden, and I were just in Bahia. We spent a day in Salvador, taking in the historic center, and then headed for the beach at Praia do Forte where we visited a turtle sanctuary and saw some amazing capoeira. It was nice to finally be able to go somewhere new (not that I have anything against Rio).

Click to see the full albums from Salvador and Praia do Forte.