I haven't written much about Brazil. My first trip to South America. The enjoyment of sharing a trip with my parents to a place my mother once lived, but had not returned to in nearly 50 years. The hours spent in transit across a country as vast as the continental United States.
If there was a common thread woven throughout our travels, it seemed to be water:
- The rush of a boat ride into La Garganta del Diablo (the Devil's Throat) at Iguacu Falls
- The trepidation of a boat spinning in a springtime storm on the Black River in the Amazon
- The beautiful port city of Porto Alegre
- The breathtaking views of the bays surrounding Rio de Janeiro from Sugar Loaf Mountain and Corcovado
- Squiggling toes in sand and surf on Copacabana Beach
And so I hope to write a bit more.
How did we get to Ariau Towers? By boat of course. And long, long wooden plank-ways leading to four-story treehouses.
This was, without a doubt, the most difficult and tiresome leg of our journey. But those are stories for another day.