Re-entry is delicious. And challenging.
I love the endless cuddles and hearing stories of the kids’ week with their grandparents and cousins – the fish they caught, the parade at the circus, going to sleep at 10 PM.
And then there’s the rest of the first days at home – lots of laundry, a messy house, and all of us, very tired. As desperate as I was to see the boys after 8 days in Brazil, there are moments when I really wonder where my hotel concierge went. Like when I am cleaning up a pee-pee accident at the diner. Digging crumbs and raisins out of carseats. Begging my almost three year old to take a nap.
It’s a good thing my vacation pictures can still whisk me away. For a few days, I am the girl from Ipanema.
Well, first, I’m the girl from Búzios, a laid back beach town two hours north of Rio De Janeiro. We spent a few days in a relaxed boutique hotel, Casas Brancas. This was our view from our front door.
And from our room.
Buzios is known as the Saint Tropez of Brazil, made famous by visits from Brigitte Bardot in the 1960s. We toured the bits of paradise tucked into the coastline with friends from college, including the groom whose wedding we came to Brazil for and his family.
There was plenty of seaside color:
Next, onto Rio. A bit more bustling, but the vistas continued to impress.
This is the famous landmark statue of Christ, visible from almost anywhere in Rio, day or night.
It’s a lot of Cristo for a Jewish girl. But it started to feel like home.
A major highlight was exploring and dining at Aprazivel, a rustic chic restaurant in the hills of Santa Theresa, overlooking the city.
This is our stretch of Praia Ipanema, viewed from our hotel balcony and rooftop. The black and white sidewalk stretches for miles.
Early morning soccer.
And a bit later in the day.
Sunset at the rock that separates Ipanema Beach and Copacabana.
I’ll take you inside the Rio wedding tomorrow. You can expect a major cameo from Missoni. And I do not mean goods from the Target collection.