the caipirinha diaries, part 2

...aaannnnd we're back.
Ok, so, since I last wrote, there has been a Pelourinho and an island village involved.
The Pelourinho

This district in Salvador is very old, and thus historical. Much meanness was brought by the slave trade, and those who practiced it. That was a long time ago, and now it's an interesting place to take an elevator to. Most of the buildings date back 500 or so years. There's lots of dogs and cats laying around. I think someone should airlift them milk-bones and pounce. There's dudes wanting money, sometimes just because, but sometimes in exchange for goods and/or services that you can't really get at the mall. There are lots of stores & things. We went into a cachaça bar & had a few shots of there homemade infusions. We had clove, cinnamon, orange peel and ginger.

We did other stuff too.

About this island village

It is called Morro de Sao Paulo. We spent the last 3 nights there, and was never more than 200 yards away from the ocean.

Took a boat and a bus and a boat. Got there and walked up and down several hills. Some were dirt, some concrete, all were a little steeper than I'd prefer. Lots of water, all of it wet. Little blue crabs that scramble into their tunnels when you approach. Sentence fragments thicker than Mrs. Butterworth. Large yummy shrimp, hamburgers spelled hambuerger or something like that, photo ops galore, salty salty sea, with all the tides and extra buoyancy that you'd expect, little monkeys chasing each other around the front yard, all that.

Today we took a boat (just one, no bus) back to Salvador, had a fine lunch, a nap, and a fine dinner.
Here's one of the many views from our hotel:

Tomorrow, it's north. There's a river and other stuff involved.
Also, I'm having a laundry crisis!