Brazil was cloaked in unabashed hues.
No rhyme or reason
Authentic…sometimes grubby…never shy
Just a celebration of color
Painting was happening everywhere
you would think the Olympics were coming or something
Celebration and joy was rampant
Just because…
And Art….Oh the art was in every corner
I was invited into so many studios…
It was humbling what beauty happened... with so little
Our Pousada (hotel) was a once beautiful mansion…
we had a huge terrace overlooking the city…
Our room had no glass…Just shuttters…Ocean breezes kept us cool
…our view…
Olinda is a sleepy historic colonial city…almost from another time…
A bay and a whole world away from the big city of Recife in Northeast Brazil.
Breakfast was always a spread of local foods
Rice and cornmeal with coconut milk, tapioca crepes filled with cheese, bananas in syrup
always fresh juices…Guava…acerola…pineapple...
One night we had a meal of shrimp and lobster cooked in passion fruit juice served in a jerimum (like a pumpkin)
It was superb although the pic might not look like it...blush
Olinda Brazil
A feast for the eyes…
For the soul.
Next…The bustle of Buenos Aires…
Cool…faster tempo…a City’s City
Juxtaposed with the genteelness of San Isidro…a town outside the city.
Thank you soooo much for all your wonderful comments…
I don’t want to bore you to death…but will post some more of Argentina tomorow…It felt like a whirlwind of three amazing and tremendously different places in a span of two weeks.
And Now…we are home.
Ahhhh
Kinda sorta.
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