Our beach trip began at 3:30 AM-- much too early for me to awaken. After some early morning coffee, I carried all of our luggage and equipment to the front door. Lina’s sister, Amparo, was to arrive at 5:00PM . Upon her arrival we loaded the car and traveled to the outskirts of the city to await Bento, Amparo’s husband and Rachel, their daughter. They arrived soon after.
Both cars then proceeded 100 kilometers to Campo Maior to have breakfast and pickup Bento’s niece,GEORGIA, and her boyfriend, ZEKE. Then it was time to travel the next 300 kilometers to Barra Grande. I ‘cat napped’ frequently and took some pics along the way. We made a pit stop after 150 kilometers. Refreshed the journey commenced.
Trying to relate from past experiences what it might be like at Barra Grande was a total waste of time. One would never expect when going to- say -Atlantic City ---that 20 miles away there would be no signs of advertising as to what was ahead-- nor would one expect livestock in the road-- nor would they expect farms a half mile from the beach. Brasil, fortunately, has preserved its nature and earlier way of life.
We arrived at our beach cottage at 1:00PM-- unloaded our luggage and stretched out on the bed for a little rest until dinner time. At 4:00 PM --somewhat refresh--it was time to go seek the comfort of the restaurant patio. A constant parade of people passed by on their way to the beach about 600 yards away. Most walked --some rode bikes other rode motorcycles--still other drove cars(most of these were tourists).
Since we were at the ocean Lina & I decided on a seafood dinner----Grilled fish, salad, rice and a sauce, made of chicken broth and yucca, for over the rice or fish. Delicious!!!! After dinner it was patio time again for people watching, conversation and sipping coconut water.
About 8:30 we returned to the cottage for a goodnights rest. This rest lasted until ten.. I was rudely awakened by some loud mouthed -inconsiderate-**()**+*people arriving in a cottage somewhere behind us. For two hours it was slamming car doors-extra load blabbling-and an irritating shrilled voice 3 or 4 year old making demands one minute screaming the next and crying after that. Finally around nidnight I fell asleep!!
Breakfast, furnished by the hotel as part of the package, consisted of coffee-two kinds of fruit juice-two kinds of fresh fruit-two kinds of bolos -two kinds of cake-two kinds of bread -toasted breakfast sandwiches- meat sauce- hotdogs-cheese and luncheon meat. I tried a sampling of each-then went to the patio for all to assembly for our trip to the beach. Our party had grown during the night from 7 to 20. Bento’s friend,John-his wife Sonya and their family arrived around ten last night.
At 9:30 it was off to the beach. To misquote :And what is so rare as a day in June--- It would read: Nothing is so rare as a day in February as a day in Brasil at a Southern Atlantic beach. The constant southern breeze keep the flag straight out all day. The clear blue sky- the sand-the surf-the breeze-the friend ship of family-sipping coconut water from a fresh coconut- - nothing my dear poet could be more perfect.
Around 11:30 the food commenced. First it was large platters of grilled fish steaks -grilled whole shrimp followed by very large bowls of steamed crabs-and smaller bowls of clams. The dishes alternated and continue for three hours.. I chose to eat only the crab legs, but the girls had mastered consuming the legs and bodies. All the gals opted for an ocean swim while the men relaxed under the protection of the thatched roof of the restaurant.
At five it was a steamed dinner of fish and veggies.
We returned to the cottages at 6:30. Should say I waddled back filled to capacity with fresh seafood and coconut water.
Our eating pattern today was much the same as yesterday, nor did we change our schedule except to return to hotel patio an hour earlier to watch the parade.
As to the weather ‘what a difference a day makes’.
The beautiful blue sky has turned to a black grey--the breeze is now a colder eastern wind off the water. The rains came soon after we were situated in our thatched-roof eating spot.
The rain did not stop the beach activity. Three bus load of people arrive and made a mad dash to the water which was considerably warmer than the air and rain,.
The only change on the menu was a replacement of the grilled shrimp for shrimp Newburg . The frequency and quantity remained the same.
At six a parade passed by the hotel patio. The white powder on the paraders is tapioca flour. See Pictures!!!!
Today was a repeat of yesterday with a bit less win and rain.
Breakfast at 8:00. Beach at 10. I opted for no more seafood . Had roast beef instead.
Our party is now at 9. The working people needed to go back to work. Oh -- the joys of retirement.
Left beach early for an early dinner of steak and chicken at the hotel. Lounged on the patio till bedtime
Early breakfast and homeward bound . Arrived home at 2.
It is nice to go, but great to be home again. Lina and I vowed not to say-smell -eat-look at seafood for at least a month --unless it’s lobster or king crab. A wonderful educational and exciting trip!!