Ballerinas, machine guns and Corcovado––a dance with doubt in Brazil

On the heels of my dad’s death last July, a fellow pilgrim on El Camino de Santiago invited me to stay with her in the mountains outside of São Paulo. Yes, please. I had no expectations other than I’d spend my days writing in a charming mountain hamlet where I’d talk long into the night …

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