Saturday, October 11, 2014

Brazil: What To Do and Eat in Florianopolis

After our long week in Sao Paolo, we got on a plane for an hour and landed in Florianopolis, a beachy, laid-back, touristy island known for it's beaches and seafood. 
We picked up our car, and asked the rental agent how to get to our house. We were a little unsure when she said, "Just go this way," and vaguely pointed northwest on the map. "Don't worry, you won't get lost." Turns out, she was right. As in Sao Paolo, the signs pointed the way at every turn. 
We quickly dropped our bags and headed across the street to the beach entrance. This being winter, there were only a handful of people on the beach. The beachside bars were just opening, and we found a couple chairs to finally relax and start our vacation.
A beer with a view.
Do you see the sleeping dragon?
And our home in Floripa for the two days? One of the nicest houses we've rented, directly across from the beach path to Praia Mole. 
The master suite of our 2-bedroom, 2-bath modern beach home. From the back patio, you can see the sleeping dragon and the surfer statue. 
But we couldn't sit on the beach all day, so back to town we went on Avenida Rendeiras, with a parade of hotels, bars and restaurants on our left, and the Lagoa da Conceiçao on our right.  
This is not a Gilligan's Island kind of lagoon, more of an enormous salt-water lake, big enough for white caps and kite surfing. 
At Nosso Bar, we took our waiter's suggestion and enjoyed a full-bodied, unpasteurized pilsner from Brazilian brewery, Coruja, with our lagoon-side view. Brazil has a history of making German-style beer, dating back to the early 1800s when Germans first began to arrive in southern Brazil.
And we had to stop at the market in town for supplies. Yes, we were only there for two days, but browsing grocery stores is one of my favorite activities in foreign countries. Some of my interesting finds: super wavy Ruffles with ridges (ribs); bacon-flavored ramen (lamen) noodles); fiery hot sauce that Anson almost died eating the night before; tiny packs of Nucita, a sweet snack spread; pasta sauce in a bag; bacon flavored microwave popcorn; dark beer; Brazilian wine made from the Tannat grape.
Great mural.

Our new friend, Fernando, who sets up shop each day at the entrance to the beach path and sells jewelry he makes from wire, stones, seeds, and leather. A true free spirit, Fernando, told us how he wasn't interested in money, just living a good life. I wonder if there's enough room for another table there...?
Day Two was Anson's surf day with Ernie from Nexus Surf, who brought us to the best place to catch waves nearby. No lifeguards on duty!
Ernie led us on a narrow path through the thick vegetation, from Praia Mole to the Galheta nature preserve nearby.
No doubt we never would have found this place on our own. 
I beached myself on a well-worn rock while they paddled out.  
Check out the video of Anson's first wave in Brazil.
A triumphant Anson!
Postcard-perfect natural beauty. 
We spotted Books & Beers, a bookstore themed bar (!) and knew there was a seat for us on the patio. 
The menu was literally a novel, with chapters such as "The Compatible Lightness of Being" and "Eat, Harmonise, Love."
We had a drink and watched the town go by from our perch above the boat harbor. 
We said tchau (good bye) to Fernando and boa noite (good night) to The Surfer for the last time, and before we knew it, our vacation was over. Amazing how much we packed into just two days.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Brazil: What To Do and Eat in Sao Paolo

When I told people I was going to Brazil, without exception, they had one response: a breathless, "Really?!? I've always wanted to go there!"  
Brazil? Really? Brazil was not anywhere near the top of my list of places I planned to visit someday, really not even in the top twenty. So I felt a little ungrateful that I was not as excited as everyone else.
But, as so many of these adventures do, Brazil just landed in my lap. I was invited to help with Anson's trade show in Sao Paolo, and hey, I've never been to Brazil before. Why not? 
So we flew and flew, past Central America, over the equator, through the Amazon rain forest, all the way down to Sao Paulo, the second largest city in the western hemisphere. (A very close second to Mexico City and only slightly ahead of New York City.) We woke up on the other side of the world. What a miracle flight is.
We stood at the window of our wonderful hotel, Luz Plaza, and looked out at Sao Paulo, which stretches as far as you can see. Sao Paulo is HUGE. A few facts: there are 20 million people in the greater Sao Paulo area, which initially flourished in the late 1800s with the growth of the coffee trade, then with industry and construction in the 20th century, and has since become the economic and cultural center of Brazil. Here we were, in the middle of the hive.
After an afternoon of lunch at the trendy and delicious Ramona, and a nap to shake off our jet lag at our hotel in the aptly name Bom Retiro ("good rest") neighborhood, we were ready to explore our neighborhood on foot and grab a snack. There was a friendly little lanchonete a few blocks away where we tried our first Brazilian snack food. There are a few lanchonetes on every block, serving bread filled with meat or cheese, kibe, hamburgers, juice, soda, beer, wine, etc. Think of it as the equivalent of an American fast-food restaurant. You can grab some ready-made food and go, or sit at the counter and chat with the owner, who you invariably know because you buy cigarettes/soda/breakfast from him every day.
The next day we got a cab to Praça da Republica in central Sao Paulo, for the weekend arts and crafts market. Apparently, the park is usually kinda sketchy, but on the weekend artists, craft vendors, and food purveyors fill the park and the city comes out to see it. The police also come out to patrol and make sure that the street people don't overrun the potential customers. Maybe a little too much. We witnessed a customer giving his extra food to a homeless guy walking through the food area, and a couple of policeman, not realizing the situation, were on top of him immediately, shooing him off.
The market is organized by category--coins, clothing, jewelry, books, paintings, etc. The vendors were helpful, but not overly aggressive, and their wares seemed fairly priced.
We found this focus on order repeated throughout our experience in Brazil. Like most Southern Californians, the majority of my south-of-the-border experiences were with Mexico, and I expected that same sort of laissez-faire, inscrutable, abstract bureaucracy from Brazil. Not so at all. In fact, our experience of Brazil was very organized, very ordered, very orderly. I loved it.
That's not to say that Sao Paulo was not a big, dirty, crowded metropolis. It was all those things. But I've been to cities in Europe that were much less friendly and completely unfathomable. If you want to do something or get somewhere, Sao Paulo will help you. There will be a sign. 
If you take some time to walk around the park you'll find a few huge banyan trees, which remind you that you are in a city that was once a rainforest. For scale, compare it to the man sitting on the sidewalk.
Later that day, after a failed attempt to visit an artisanal beer bar in the fancy Jardins neighborhood, we set off on foot towards the Museu de Arte de Sao Paulo, and whaddya know, came across another artisanal beer bar.
We spent a few hours at Aconchego Carioca, tasting Brazilian beers we've never had before, and will likely never have again, such as a collaboration with Brazilian brewery Bodebrown and our own Southern California brewery, Stone Brewing Company, called Cacau IPA. We both agreed this $12 bottle of beer was among the best we've ever had. We brought the bottle back and had it made into a glass.
Our path to the museum also brought us through the Parque Siqueira Campos, a large park surrounded by the skyscrapers of the Paulista district that is designed to recreate the Atlantic rainforest it replaced.
Continuing north through the park to Avenida Paulista we found ourselves in the middle of another craft market, where we picked up a hand-woven rug, a beautiful necklace, and a hand-carved wooden spoon, all for less than $20. Across the street is the imposing Museum of Art of Sao Paulo. Underneath that was a hundred or so antique vendors selling, well, antiques. 
Our goal for the day was to eventually end up at Speranza, a famous pizzeria in the old Italian neighborhood. We had to try their house specialty, the pao de linguica, soft bread baked with thinly slice sausage and chunks of cheese, which would have been a perfect meal in itself. We followed with Spaghetti Bolognese for me (of course), and a very convoluted pizza for Anson, which I can't even remember. We were stuffed and exhausted.
It was pricey for an Italian meal, but the service was really great--they are very attentive, pouring your wine, and plating your pasta and pizza for you--and it was quite an experience. We had a great time at our window seat, watching the characters on the street outside, the cars buzzing by on the freeway ramp, the streams of people heading to nearby restaurants.
It's interesting that Sao Paulo has the largest population of Italians outside of Italy, so you'll find a lot of great Italian food. (There is also the largest population of Japanese and Lebanese immigrants.)
As fun as Speranza was, nothing could top Figueira Rubaiyat. This is a restaurant like no other I've been to and probably ranks among my Top 5 restaurant experiences. 
The photo above shows the namesake 150-year-old fig tree, whose branches reach all the way across the street and form the architecture of the dining room.
From inside, an elaborate glass roof encases the branches, which step their way from the base of the tree up through the openings in the glass, to the sky. This is one of those places you can't help but gaze all around you and point like a common tourist the whole time. But don't worry, you won't be the only one pointing, and who cares anyway?
Another perspective on the fig tree's branches and supports they rest on.

The food? It was great. My dinner companions all had steak, which they agreed was exceptional. I had an Amazon lake fish with grilled hearts of palm, also great. Above is the plate of appetizers each table starts with--sausage, thinly sliced zucchini with parmesan, olives, chopped crudités-type thing, and little pao de queijo (cheese bread rolls).
You will pay a lot for dinner at Figueira Rubaiyat, but it is worth the splurge. Your food will be delicious, and all the little details of fine dining (like the trio of copper pans with different sauces that they deliver with your entree), make it a complete dining experience.
The most entertaining part, outside of the restaurant itself, was when I turned around and the waiter had zip-tied my purse to the chair. I guess even a restaurant in the best part of Sao Paulo has to be aware of reality. 
Our last great dinner was at another famous Italian restaurant, Pizzaria Famiglia Mancini, which one of our cab drivers recommended. There are exactly five restaurants by the Mancini family on possibly the most charming street in all of Sao Paulo, Rua Avanhandava, which is only about three blocks long, strung across with lights, and is comprised of beautiful brick streets, sidewalk bistros, and a few specialty shops. I got the impression you can't go wrong with any of their restaurants.  
To get to your table, you'll walk past the valet, up the stairs to the host stand, up another short flight of stairs past the bakery while peeking into adjacent dining rooms, around a corner, past the wood-fired pizza ovens, past the live band, then out to the enclosed patio dining room. Again, your head will be on a swivel, trying to take in all that's going on around you. 
We opted for a smaller meal this night, after the excesses of the previous days--a mixed green salad, a pizza with prosciutto and goat cheese, and a creamy ham & pea pasta to split between the four of us. Just right.
So, the whole purpose of the trip was a trade show for Anson's company, and I soon learned that trade shows in Sao Paulo are waaaaaay better than those in America. For instance, you'll get a caipirinha at the end of the day! Actually, these were compliments of the German pavilion, in which we were exhibiting. 
But really, the food is quite surprising. First of all, this is the "concession stand" at the Expo Center Norte. To eat, you'll sit down at a table and a waiter (who you'll get to know over the course of your four days) will take your order and bring your food and anything else you need. Again, even at a trade show, the service is without equal in Brazil. Each day we had the same thing--a juicy sauteed chicken breast with rice and french fries and an orange Fanta. Now, I'm not a big soda drinker, but the Fanta in Brazil is made with orange juice and sugar (rather than high fructose corn syrup) and it's delicious! Be aware, you won't get an American-style coffee there. It's espresso or nothing.
As interesting as Sao Paulo was, after a week in the big city, we were ready for a slower pace and some crashing waves, so it was on to Florianopolis. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Brush Creek Ranch

I am so very lucky to work for a company that sent Anson, me, and my co-workers on a trip to an unbelievable dude ranch in Wyoming called Brush Creek Ranch
Many of our friends and family asked about our trip, and, in answering them, it was really hard to know where to start, because it was all so superlative: the idyllic western prairie, the world-class hospitality, the gourmet food, the exhilarating activities...
There's so much to express about this place and our experience, but I think it's best to just show you. 
(Warning: Grab a glass of wine and settle in, because this post is lengthy to say the least.)  
To start at home base, here we are in front of the saloon where we wrapped up each day having a drink, playing games, and chatting with my co-workers and the staff.
Brush Creek Ranch comprises 15 acres in southern Wyoming. From the gate all the way back to the boundaries with Medicine Bow National Forest, you'll run the gamut of the landscapes of the western prairies. 
The main lodge and dining hall.
The long view from the front of the saloon.
Try out a rocking chair and stare off into the distance...
...try out a deer antler chair...
 ...or grab a local beer and relax in the main lodge.
The main dining room was a spectacle in itself, with antler chandeliers, rustic wooden tables, and chairs upholstered in fur.
And these were not meals of pork 'n beans either--we're talking freshly squeezed juice and homemade biscuits for breakfast, grilled vegetable salads, buffalo burgers for lunch, beef from the property, a whole pig roast, local lamb and trout for dinner. I can't remember ever being hungry, but I definitely filled up at each meal.  
The wine cellar was open for you to help yourself. Anson and I were like kids in a candy store.
No detail, even the napkins, was too small.
The view from the chuck wagon, where we had lunch each day.
Our cozy room with a view of the sunrise each morning. No phone, no TV and no room key--just close the door when you leave and don't worry about it.
We found little chocolates from a local chocolatier on our bed each night when we returned to our room. 
Decisions, decisions, you want to fly fish or do sunrise yoga? Paintball or ropes course?
Our first activity was mountain bike riding, and we got our own custom tour of the back trails from our favorite guide, Dan. 
Anson on the swing bridge.
Anson was amazing at the shooting range! His shotgun skills with the clay targets were without equal. 
I was not too shabby with the handguns and the AR-15 rifle as well.

I haven't been horseback riding since I was a teenager, but it turns out, it's just like riding a bike--you never forget. There was no better way to see the property than from the back of a horse.
Chaps, anyone?
These were lucky horses, by anyone's estimate. 
One of our wranglers, Clint, is a real cowboy when he's not taking us city yahoos on trail rides.

Our night of square dancing brought me back to winter gym class in elementary school. 
Just one of the unbelievable sunsets.
Antelope making their way across the fields.
The wildflowers had bloomed the week before we got there. Great timing for us!
One of the original settlers' homes from the late 1800s. The current owner has been careful to preserve as many original structures on the property as possible, and that contributes to a real sense of history.
One can only imagine the rugged pioneering spirit that was required to homestead in a place like this.
The cabin had certainly seen better days, but it's degradation gave us some interesting insight into the construction of these primitive structures. 
Standing where they stood 130 years ago...what were they thinking when they looked out this door?
We got a tour of the property in Polaris Rangers with a cooler full of beer. Now that's luxury. 
Big Sky Country: Wyoming

Uihlein was the brand for one of the original families that settled the land. It's still represented on one of the original barns near the main house.
A horse corral near the main lodge.

Another original structure in the back country.

The previous winter brought higher than normal snow pack, resulting in high river levels. 

This handsome guy was found wandering the property and I took him home.

The "Snowy Pass" (in June!) that we drove through on the way to and from the airport.