Round the World
At 10:30am Monday, 16 April 2007, I’m going to race the oldest marathon in America! I’ve trained in five different countries and it’s been a great way to explore the streets of Amsterdam, sweat buckets along the beaches in Brazil, make countless laps on a track in Costa Rica, bundle up against the bitter cold […]
Filipe and me, Happy Hour in Knoxville “Ladies and gentlemen, United Airlines flight 7127 with service to Charlotte is overbooked. Would anyone willing to volunteer their seat please come to the podium?” I didn’t even have think. I bee-lined it to the podium. I’ll do almost anything for a free flight. “We’ll have to re-route […]
Cristo Redentor, Rio’s famous statue on top of Corcovado It’s amazing the people you get to meet when you’re traveling on your own… girls from San Diego on a RTW trip of their own, an Irish guy that can’t seem to find his way out of Brazil, a couple of Swiss guys on top of […]
Running, running, the ground beneath my feet drops away and only air is there for the next 550 meters. A short drop in altitude, then the wind catches under the wings of the hang glider. Dehilton and I are soaring over Rio, with Rocinha, the city’s largest favela in the distance, and skyscrapers and Pepino […]
Everyone’s heard of that song The Girl from Ipanema (Garota de Ipanema, in Portuguese), right? It’s about a girl that goes walking on Rio’s famous Ipanema beach, “and when she passes each one she passes goes ‘a-a-ah.'” Well, anyway, this morning I was walking the ten steps from my room to the bathroom at my […]
An Experience at Estádio do Maracanã (Rio de Janeiro)
No trip to Brazil is complete without joining thousands of zealous, chanting, screaming, singing, flag-waving fans urging on their favorite team in the country’s all time favorite past-time, er… rather, obsession. Afterall, no one lives and breathes football like Brazilians do. And no one knows how to cheer on a team like Brazilians do. I […]
Six a.m. Thursday morning I awoke to the sounds of a guitar and the guys’ singing echoing through the hall of the YWAM base I’m staying at. I didn’t really think anything of it, but just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep anyway, wondering what would inspire these Brazilians to be so […]