After spending the majority of the past week confined to
either the hotel or the theatre across the street, Jarred and I ventured out on
our first official day off to see a bit more of Sao Paulo, Brazil. We didn’t want to wander too far, as we
were still feeling the effects of last night’s round of caipirinhas, Brazil’s
official cocktail made with lime juice, sugar and a Brazilian distilled liquor
called cachaca.
Luckily about five or six blocks from our hotel we stumbled
upon D...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
