Brazil is ahead three hours from Eastern US, and we’ve been sleeping in and staying up late. When I make us all get up at 8am for breakfast and touring it’s painful. Emma sips some coffee. Lily rubs her eyes.…
Our boots and clothes are still soaked. We pack again, trying to keep a few things dry for Rio. Our white clothing goes on top, ready for quick access once we arrive in Rio for New Year’s Eve. Tonight may…
We are going somewhere today, dammit. We took one day off and it was an necessary luxury. The second day off was unintentional, but rains kept us sidelined. We aren’t going to spend another day of travel in the hotel.…
There is undoubtedly a joy to slow travel. The Creekmores know not this joy. When Trish and I decided to travel the globe for 52 weeks, our first thought was to drop our jobs, rent the house and travel for…
Day two actually starts with us arriving to the sleepy tourist town of Foz do Iguacu (or Iguassu as the locals want it reverted.) The airport is packed with three airplanes of people at midnight. Our baggage arrives –…