The border between Paraguay and Brazil pulses with a peculiar energy—part chaotic marketplace, part natural wonder, and entirely unlike anywhere else I've visited in my six decades of life. When my ol...
The cobblestone streets of Ouro Preto twist beneath my feet like the pages of an unfinished novel, each turn revealing another chapter of Brazil's gold rush history. At 61, I've hiked trails across fi...
The taxi driver laughed when I mentioned my plans to seek outdoor adventures in São Paulo. 'Senhor, this is a concrete jungle, not the Amazon,' he said, navigating through the endless sea of high-rise...
There's something almost mythical about Fernando de Noronha that reveals itself gradually—like the perfect plot twist in a well-crafted novel. After decades of exploring coastal havens from Chennai to...
At sixty-one, most of my Pittsburgh contemporaries are settling into retirement routines of golf and grandchildren. Meanwhile, I'm strapping myself into a harness, about to launch off a platform suspe...
The postcard version of Rio de Janeiro—golden beaches dotted with bronze bodies, samba rhythms pulsing through cobblestone streets, and that iconic Christ the Redeemer blessing it all from above—tells...