DAY 223 SACO GRANDE BUSES LAGOA FLORIANOPOLIS BRASIL


I met a man who bought up land
Wherever his feet would tread
He asked me to El Paso
Said I could stay on his spread
He has horses and cows

BACHMAN TURNER OVERDRIVE

We are all sunburned from going through the Dunes mid-day. More than a 24-hour burn. Amazing what a month in Autumnal Europe will do to lighten your skin. Now, we have a entire Brasilian summer in front of us. What is there to expect? What is there to know?I had interesting dreams of playing and leading an ultimate frisbee team down the field. Other segments of the dream led to work and then the Prince William Sound and Mason not making it through the portal. Glad I could catch up on my dreams. However, I have this urged to wake up earlier and go on an adventure, even if the others do not awaken. Pack Ezra in a bag and just go. We walked down to the Lagoa after breakfast. Then I caught a bus into town to see André. The bus dropped me off near the cemetery and I walked the rest of the way to Saco Grande – the coastal way through Joao Paolo. The top of my list is finding a place to stay. I have discovered that the bus system has changed over the years. Now, you need to take 3 buses to go into El Centro, not just 1. Maybe this is a good thing. Here I am at the Terminal Lagoa. Do I walk the dunes? Standing room only on the bus and summer has not even started. At night the neighbors were having a BBQ Churasqueria and they invited us to partake. Yummy. Beef. Pork. Chicken. Brasilian Style. I had a chance to practice my Portuguese. Ezra and Viena loved all the carne as well. Viena really loved the pork.

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