Rio Trip Pictures (11/17/18)

Olsens, Andersons and Fluckigers - overlooking Petrópolis

Lunch at Praia Vermelha (Red Beach) at the base of Pão de Açúcar. 

Leme Beach, Rio....  tourists, WHO’S a tourist???

At one time he would have been out there, trying to catch that wave!

Dedo de Deus (Finger of God)

Grandparents can take selfies!

Corcovado - Rio. Where else can you touch heaven at the feet of Christ and see Dedo de Deus in the distance??

Celadon Steps in Santa Teresa (Tiles are from all over the world)

Rio Temple, under construction 

Pedra de Gávea (face of a man in a tall hat - inscriptions across hat - the eyes are caves)

Breakfast at our B&B (Casa Verde) - ( All the furniture is made from reclaimed wood)

A Favela in Petrópolis - the Favela homes in Brazil use to be made of cardboard, scrap metal and wood. They are much nicer now. 

Santos Dumont airplane in Petrópolis. Brazilian’s believe this plane flew before the Wright brother’s plane did. Which end of the plane is the front???

Santos Dumont’s home. Steps are cut so you have to go up “right foot first!”

Entrance to the summer home of Don Pedro II

Catedral São Pedro de Alcântara

Igreja Evangélica de Confissão Lutheran no Brazil - Petrópolis 

Palácio Quitandinha- historic luxury hotel and former casino in Petrópolis 

Rain Forest waterfall - Alto da Boa Vista

Cute Grandma

Santa Teresa “Bondinho” (cable car): This was how we got around the neighborhood of my last “transfer” in February/March 1971. It was also on the “Bondinho” that a “moleque” (street kid) from a neighboring favela ripped the watch off my left arm in 1978. We were showing Gege and P-Pa around Rio.  Shannon was sitting beside me when it happened.  Shannon looked up at me and asked “Why did that boy do that mean thing?” I looked over my left shoulder to see the young man running up the cobblestone road in the opposite direction.  He was looking over his left shoulder with a smile on his face. I was so surprised and it happened so fast that I smiled back. When I told the brakeman what happened, he rolled up his shirt sleeve and showed me a scratch on this wrist.  He said “Ya.  He got mine last week.”  Rio is not the safest city in the world, but it is the most beautiful. 

Just before the lower terminal of the Bondinho (in Lapa), it passes over a massive trestle.  The trestle was once an aqueduct that brought water from the Carioca River in the mountains above Rio to the city center. 

View looking up towards Santa Teresa.  It is the equivalent of Greenwich Village in NYC or Sugar House neighborhood in SLC.

View of Santa Teresa near the apartment where my companion and I lived.  It was on the left side of the Bondinho tracks about half-way down the route. We actually tracted out a Chilean family living in Santa Teresa and taught them two lessons the last week of my mission. They were baptized a month after I returned home. I don’t remember the family’s name, but I remember they had a sweet 10-year old daughter (named “Marisol”) that asked her parents to listen to our message. Ellie reminds me of Marisol.