Precerpt from In with the East Wind: A Mary Poppins Kind of Life - Brazil: Rio de Janeiro
Rio de Janeiro was a brief stop in my life, but it left impressions that have stayed with me far longer than the details. What I remember most is the sweep of the city—mountains rising abruptly from the sea, neighborhoods spilling down their slopes, and that great stone figure of Cristo Redentor (Christ the Redeemer), often called Cristo do Corcovado (Christ on Corcovado) by the locals, referring to the mountain on which it stands, watching over everything. From my hotel window, He stood with arms outstretched, serene above the bustle and contradictions below. At night, Cristo do Corcovado glowed above the city, washed in shifting purples and greens that made the stone seem almost alive. I spent time on two beaches during that visit. The first was Copacabana, Rio’s famous crescent of sand. Its wide black‑and‑white wave‑patterned promenade ran the length of the shore, a bold mosaic between city and sea. Copacabana was beautiful, but I never quite relaxed there. Even in daylight th...