Merry Christmas, everybody! We are in Ouro Preto, Minas Gerais, Brazil. John tells me that I cannot tell you how we came here because hearing about travel connections is boring. I am sure he is right. Just let me say that the airport code for Sao Paolo is GRU and five hours in Terminal 1 is GRUesome.
Oh, and I slept on the flight and missed seeing Santa. And he missed me in transit, too. Oh well. When you’re pushing sixty you don’t mind missing presents so much. Now if I could only find a way to miss birthdays….
Back to Ouro Preto. It’s utterly lovely. We are having a tour tomorrow so I am sure I will be full of information about the town and its history then. So here are just a few pictures of this lovely place.
One last thing before I sign off for the night. As you can imagine here in the tropics, there aren’t big chimneys for a fat man to climb down. So Santa appears to come through the window. So, it’s not “Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight.” It’s more like, “Santa burglar."
