Our new apartment in Sao Paulo, where I’ve brought together relics and art from our world travels (in the foreground is a re-stretched painting that I bought from a Tunisian artist, who said that this is what he sees when he looks at the crystal blue ocean that surrounds his town).
I just realized that it’s been more than a year since I updated my blog. That wasn’t intentional. I meant to keep writing. I meant to keep taking photos, developing delicious recipes inspired by our travels, and generally chronicling our life. But, to be quite honest, doing it during the pandemic felt heavy. I felt uncertain about the state of the world. I was really overwhelmed trying to manage virtual schooling for our elementary-aged kids (even from the position of privilege I occupy). We renovated our house in Virginia (again), which also ended up being more time-consuming than I expected, what with supply chain delays and soaring demand in our area for good contractors. I wanted more time to host friends on our newly-built backyard patio in furtive little outdoor groups. There was never enough time.
And then — and then, a year after we arrived in Virginia — we packed everything up yet again and moved to Sao Paulo, Brazil.
