Has in my Dad’s writing:
“Our Mountain Perch – Home Sweet Home”
The reason we went to Brazil, was because my Dad was a construction engineer. The project was a dam, somewhere in the hills above Rio.
As you can see, our company supplied housing wasn’t exactly palatial, but based on the family stories, we had a wonderful time. My parents loved the Brazilians and their enjoyment of life: music, dance, food, …
I understand the conditions at the camp were pretty basic, but the ‘grown-ups’ spare time was filled with pot-luck dinners, bridge games, dances, etc. As far as the kids, well ‘kids are kids’, so we had no trouble finding fun things to do.
I’m not sure how often it happened, but I know we’d drive into ‘town’ to shop and eat, and do all the touristy things: Ipanema, Corcovado & Pao de Acurcar, and Carnaval.
I don’t know when, but someday I would like to go back ‘home’, and I hope it’s during Carnaval.