Scott Laronge

The guidebooks for Foz de Iguaçu all say to spend three days there. Not for nothing, but the falls there can be done in a day and a half. We didn’t make it to the Argentinean side, mainly because our travel group was two Americans, a German and a Ukrainian, and we had [...]

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As I mentioned in this post, we survived Carnaval in Salvador. The days following the festivities are a spent as a national, collective hangover recovery. Our destination was an island called Morro de São Paulo, two hours from the Salvador harbor while facing backwards, hunched over the pivot point on the boat with [...]

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The Economist came today and my inner news-junkie leapt for joy. Surprisingly, though the Economist publishes their Big Mac Index, they don’t publish an Economist Index. This version did not have the list of prices printed on the cover, so I can’t be sure what it costs throughout the Americas. The local [...]

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A year ago today, I walked out of the doors of my old job and immeadately had a weight lifted off of me. One of the few things that I do actually miss is the fact my brokerage licenses are going to expire in another year unless I get sponsored by a broker-dealer. [...]

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This post is probably a week overdue, but here it is. Some vocabulary words you might want to have first:
abadá-the costume/shirt used to identify yourself with a specific bloco.
bloco-the official group you belong to in the parade that has a security force to keep you safe in the streets
pipcoa-In essence, “popcorn.” If you’re [...]

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Perhaps one of the tougher aspects of running an international business may be finding qualified managers that may want to take a post abroad. Obviously as an International MBA student with the Moore School of Business, this is one of my goals. However, I am at heart, an American and while I’m in [...]

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In our exploration of Salvadaor, we were able to befriend a number of different taxi drivers that didn’t quite rip us off or take us to the bad areas of town. We ended up in Pelôrino for a nice dinner after the Carnaval madness, but before the Morro de São Paulo beaches. And [...]

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