This was taken at the Tieté bus terminal in São Paulo. We are about to board the bus for Ubatuba,  a small resort town on the coast about three hours northeast from here. The sister next to Jerry is Lynette Clark.  She and her husband Larry are serving as temple missionaries.

This is the little inn (pousada) where we stayed for a few days. The bus dropped us off on the  highway about 4 blocks from here.  It was raining very hard.  Each of us had two peices if luggage to pull and an umbrella to hold. By the time we arrived here we were all soaked to the skin. This picture of Jerry at the door to the  reception desk, was taken the next morning after it had rained all night.

This little two story house was the first  structure built on the site and served as the residence for the owners while the other buildings were under construction. The french doors on the porch open to a dining room where we played games in the evening.

The pool was small.  I don't know what Brother  Clark was photographing.

Behind the bamboo privacy fence on the left side was the room that Jerry and I occupied.

A view of the entrance to the courtyard of the inn

This sign was about a hundred yards down the road from our inn. The bottom sign has the name of our bed and breakfast, "Vivendas do Morro Verde".

Every morning Jerry and Lynette got up early to go for a stroll along the beach. In order to get to the beach, we had to walk about two block to the highway, then about three more blocks to the ocean.

This is George who is a very talkative almost hippie-type. His wfe is at his right side and her sister on his left side.  The two sisters started this inn about 20 years ago.  George,  who was born in Belguim, lived for 40 years in Califonia, then came to Brazil about 10 years ago where he met and married his 2nd  wife .  He spends his time painting and showed hundreds of his paintings.

Some early morning tourists playing a kind of paddleball on the beach.

This is looking down the beach in the other direction from the picture above.

The vendors start early.  This picture was taken early on a Thursday morning and the beach was almost deserted.

Not all of the coastline was sandy beaches. At some spots the waves were crashing on the rocks.

Time to go home. We had made arrangements with the bus driver to stop on the highway and pick us up at the same place he dropped us off.  We had to keep an eye out for the right bus. When it came along, we waved him down and he stopped along the side of the road and loaded our bags.  It was a wonderful respite from our duties at the MTC and the Clarks were great travelling companions.