Olinda, Brazil

Bused into nearby Recife today and then a short cabride to the one-time and brief national capital on this hill of an old town chock with beautiful dutch and portugese-made churches circa late 1500´s and 1600´s. love the old sacred statues and frescos in the shadows of the old stone churches of the stubborn and devout colonizers. rows of seats where people have prayed for centuries.
Beautiful view down on the pretty huge neighboring Recife from one of the churches.
Mosquito and bug paranoia via a couple of bites makes me a bit of a crabapple of hypochondria. The vaquieros (cowboys), bandareintes (prob. misspelled -> dudes who struck out into the dark jungle way back in the day to capture slaves), gauchos, and, rightly, maybe you would scoff at such worry-warting. And Robert Mitchum wouldnt approve either.
Something about taking a lot of buses and getting to see the country is that it would require a lot photos to really remember what the land you see looks like. there has been hilly bread-basket sort of farms, dense forest, palm tree groves, swamps with palms, palms here and there all about, the beach. A huge country to apprehend with memory or word.