|Cristo Redentor (Christ the Redeemer)|
|Rio de Janeiro and Sugar Loaf from Cristo Redentor|
|The lagoon (with Ipanema Beach beyond) from Cristo Redentor|
|Me at Cristo Redentor|
|Copacabana Beach from Sugar Loaf|
|Rio from Sugar Loaf|
Perhaps if I zoom in . . .
We stayed at the J.W. Marriott on Copacabana Beach. It was a welcome luxury. The cool ocean water was pretty rugged. The strong cross currents and under tow kept us from venturing too far out.
|Brian with our beach set-up|
|Copacabana Beach looking south|
|Copacabana Beach looking north|
Vendors like these were omnipresent on the beach selling everything from jewelry and henna tattoos to hats, sunscreen, and bikinis.
Here are a few other images of Rio that caught my eye:
|After I took this picture, the artist insisted I drop some money in his cup.|
|A pet pig on the sidewalk in Rio|
|These seemed to be the snack of choice in Brazil.|
|A fairly nice favela on the slope of Corcovado Mountain|
|I smiled at these birds resting in the trees, but then I noticed the dam of trash.|
My dad was a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons) in Brazil in the 1950s and traveled there a couple more times during his career with the Organization of American States. In fact, I have a beautiful Brazilian doll he brought back for me when I was a very little girl. I never imagined I would have the opportunity to visit this country myself one day.
Brian caught me humming "The Girl from Ipanema" over and over again while we strolled up and down the streets of Rio. My dad often played that song on the piano when I was growing up. Its catchy tune always made me sing along.
As with any place, there is great beauty and there is great sorrow. The favelas (shanty towns or slums) were difficult for me to comprehend, and they were everywhere around Rio. I came away grateful for my simple abundant life.