In Gaucho Country

Many people are familiar with the gaucho culture of Argentina and Uruguay. The same culture thrives in Brazil’s southernmost state of Rio Grande do Sul. In fact, people who come from this state – like Maria – are known as gauchos (pronounced ‘ga-OO-shos’) or gauchas.

This is our nephew Fabricio, presiding over an event at his horse-training centre.

Fabricio rides Vento Negro – ‘Black Wind’

(Vento Negro belongs to Claudia, Fabricio’s charming and accomplished partner.)

Fabricio and Claudia

A pair of contestants compete in a paleteada. The idea is to keep the calf in between the two riders (after he runs out of the chute) for a certain length of time and distance.

‘Vai, boizinho, vai!’

This is just one of the buildings where the horses are trained and stabled.

Green acres

There is a lot of fascinating horse tackle hanging from the walls.

Here comes the bridle

I attempt to make friends with some of the horses.

A stable genius

Needless to say, we also like to make friends with the dogs of the house.

‘Good dog, Juma!’

We enjoy the hospitality of Maria’s elegant and warm-hearted sister Zequinha and her partner, the affable and uber-generous Candinho. Candinho is clutching another gaucho staple, a gourdful of maté tea. Wherever in the world you find gauchos, you’ll find maté.

‘Bem-vindo, Tchê!’

Another vital aspect of gaucho culture the art of churrasco – that is, BBQ. Luquinha, an employee of the stables, tends to an inferno-fueled grilling of carne for the workers.

‘Who’s hungry?’

We’ve been eating Homeric amounts of meat since we’ve been here. Fabricio and Candinho prepare another feast in the house.

Men at work

This is not a good place to be if you’re counting your calories.

Ribs and entrecôte

We visit César and Circe, two of Maria’s oldest friends, where we are treated to excellent Argentinian wine and more superb churrasco.

In Fabricio’s apartment in a hi-rise building, the charcoal BBQ facility is standard. (We also saw this in certain buildings in South Africa.)

In the kitchen with Dinda Nera

Sight or Insight of the Day

We go out for a restaurant meal at a location close to the airport. On display is a vintage VARIG DC-3.

A venerable old bird

This appeals to my amateur interest in civil aviation. VARIG at one time had the same flagship airline status for Brazil as Pan-American Airlines had for the United States. (You have to be a certain age to remember either of these airlines.)

VARIG is an acronym for Viação Aérea Rio-Grandense, that is, Rio Grandean Airways. It’s interesting that an airline that began in a state that was not the pre-eminent state in the nation grew into a global airline.

Similar to QANTAS, the Australian flag carrier that began life as the Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial Services in the remote outback, far from the more populated states of Victoria and New South Wales.

And of course, the DC-3 itself has a glorious history. To quote Wikipedia:

‘Perhaps unique among prewar aircraft, the DC-3 continues to fly in active commercial and military service as of 2021, eighty-six years after the type’s first flight in 1935.’

¡Hola, South America!

So this year’s winter journey takes us to South America.

We begin with a flight from Ottawa to Chicago. After a 10-hour flight from Chicago, we meet our niece Manoella at Guarulhos Airport in São Paulo,

Bem-vindo ao Brasil!

We then fly south to Florianopolis. The original idea was to fly to Porto Alegre – where Maria’s family live – but the airport there is still closed from the floods earlier this year.

Florianopolis – more accurately, Santa Catarina Island – is a popular vacation spot. We take a 90-minute boat ride to Campeche Island. This departs from the fishing village of Barra do Lagoa.

‘Os gancheiros means ‘the hookers’. Hmm…

The port is inhabited by some kind of sea-bird that looks like a genetically-modified penguin.

Unidentified Feathered Object

Campeche island is a nature reserve.

Campeche Island

Racoon-like animals called coatis roam the beach, raiding the picnic baskets of the unwary.

On the prowl

It’s not difficult to spend the day here.

Once More Onto the Beach…

The weather wasn’t this great on our first day: rainy, windy, cloudy, and cool.

Rough seas and not a bikini in sight

On another sunny day, we head into Florianopolis for the afternoon.

Downtown Floripa

We visit the Mercado Público for lunch.

Saturday market

A samba band entertains the diners in our restaurant.

‘There is no point to samba if it doesn’t make you smile.’ – Alma Guillermoprieto

Which reminds me – Sergio Mendes passed away recently. He’s probably most well-known outside of Brazil for popularizing the Brazilian classic Mas Que Nada. See you in another life, Sergio.

Interestingly enough, Paul McCartney is playing here at Ressacada Stadium – well, tonight, in fact.

Macca plays Floripa

A man staying in our pousada is a sound engineer involved in the performance.

After five days in Florianopolis, we take a deluxe intercity bus to Porto Alegre. The trip takes about six hours.

Locomotive-sized bus

In Porto Alegre, we stay at Maria’s sister Lucia’s place in town for a few days.

The sisters Brunelli – Lucia, Zeca, Maria

Sight or Insight of the Day

The November 5th US presidential election draws ever closer.

It’s a coin-toss between a fairly unremarkable, articulate professional woman and an unhinged, low-IQ man-child narcissist with two impeachments, multiple criminal indictments at the state and federal levels, and a felony conviction. This doddering spray tanned old fool is, to boot, an insurrectionist, a threat to democracy worldwide, a misogynist, racist, a compulsive serial liar, a rapist, and possible child molester. With a private army of gun-toting nutjobs.

Man, if we were Americans, this would be a tough one. Decisions, decisions.

Who’s a good boy!

Fun fact: the photo above originally featured a Biden sign before being manipulated into a Trump sign. Just goes to show how no truth is safe from the machinations of people with an agenda.