A pianist in her 50s goes off with her husband of 8 years and adopted 16-year old daughter to spend four months in Brazil.

This blog will either read like a Pedro Almodovar movie or the most boring diary ever.

Dear Diary: Today we ate a fruit that looked like a banana but smelled like feet. Yesterday we tried to walk to the grocery store and almost got run over by an “onibus.” Tomorrow we shall go to the beach. I hear they are very beautiful, but that one should not swim in the water. The good news is that the government is only slightly less corrupt than the one at home. We have decided not to rent a car because gas is $10 a gallon. But at least we’re not in Venezuela.



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