Meet The Fam
My name is Marisa
I am an Multimedia Journalist specializing in Travel, Tech and Wellness; a former Digital Marketing manager for travel brands and the owner of a boutique guesthouse on the south west coast of Portugal.
My work has appeared in the New York Times Magazine, Undark, Canadian Traveller, World Nomads Australia, Nature Air Landings Costa Rica, Mountain Outlaw, Thrive Global and more. You can see some of my published works here.
I solo traveled to 47 countries before I met the man I would marry on a beach in Ipanema, and now we’re working to find the balance between creating a good life for our family, discovering the beauty of the world and having new adventures every day. My happiness is movement, so besides traveling you’ll find me surfing, yoga-ing, hiking to the top of things, seeing what’s around the next bend and visiting as many beaches as possible before I die.
This blog is as much about personal expression as a showcase for my writing, photography and video, so please feel free to peek around and get in touch if you’d like to collaborate on your awesome project.
My Husband Douglas
Douglas is potentially the only Amazon-born Brazilian man with a Scottish name. There is absolutely no reason why he has it. when Douglas and I first met he didn’t even speak of English, let alone Scottish. Douglas had, in fact, never left Brazil before his life took a turn for the crazy and he ran into me on the beach in Ipanema. Now he’s got dozens of passport stamps, and everything since then has been a testimony to how much this man loves me, or how weird he likes his world to be. When I’m not dragging him across the globe, Douglas loves to surf, is a semi-professional paddle-board racer, kills at pickup soccer, eats arroz-fejião like it’s going out of style and plays an excellent samba tune on the cavaquinho. Basically, one giant Brazilian stereotype wrapped in a Kelly Slater look-a-like package.
Our Dog Brisa (aka Zuzu)
Our first baby is of the four-legged type. She’s a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix, from a small farm in the middle of a Caribbean island. We didn’t really mean to adopt Brisa, because traveling with a 65 pound dog is a ridiculous feat. However, we knew we couldn’t leave her. Brisa had been brought in to be the guard dog at the house we had lived at in the Caribbean, where no one really took care of her. We started loving her, and soon realized that if we left her behind, she would never again see the beach or sleep inside. So, Brisa became family, just a few months before Noa was born. Brisa loves cans of tuna, sleeping on the bed, as much pizza as she can eat, and making friends with every possible human being she meets ever (as long as they feed or pet her), and robbing and eating entire sticks of butter off the counter. Gross.
Our Son Noa
My littlest baby is named Noa, although we have so many nicknames for him we’re pretty sure it’ll be years before he knows his real name. Noa is our little Brazilian-American monstrinho, who was born on a on the living room floor in a beachfront house on a Caribbean island. Our water-loving homezinho surfed with mama in her belly until right before he was born, so he loved the ocean and playing in the waves from the start. He also loves eating sand, singing really loud and coconut-banana smoothies. With three nationalities, two languages spoken at home and crazy hippy-surfer parents who are addicted to travel, quite a life is in store for our little beach bum.
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