noun
1. An act of desperation, where a husband and wife (ok and in this case parents/in-laws) take their children/grandchildren with them to a desired location that looks nothing like a "family friendly" location thereby tricking themselves into believing that they have had a romantic getaway even though they were not discharged from their daily (and nightly) parenting rituals and are made to see the romantic vistas through sippy cup lined window sills and hold hands in king-sized beds throughout the woven arms and legs of their sleeping offspring.
2. Heaven
When my parents were in town one of our adventures was to an outlying town about and hour and a half from Brasilia. We packed up the kids and a picnic lunch and made the scenic drive into the colonial town of Pirenopolis. Paul had secured rooms at a local pousada that ordinarily didn't allow children, but made an exception for our mid-week visit. Down a dirt road into what seemed like an alley, we found Divina Pousada. [Que choir of angels]
We spent the afternoon wandering the brightly painted storefronts and winding cobblestone roads and the early evening poolside. The boys swam with Paul, while my Mom and Dad and I sipped Coca-Cola from glass bottles and icy cold Brazilian brews (also in glass bottles, if you must know).
We dined on a candlelit street that was only partially closed to traffic making the inside of the table a test of ones anxiety. Luckily Paul and Dad survived and enjoyed the carne seca to boot.
After a nearly perfect sleep, we showered under rain-head showers (even the boys, who don't typically enjoy showers spent a half an hour singing in the rain). We wandered up to the dining room overlooking sun drenched hills and enjoyed an amazing breakfast, laid out just for us. Baskets of hot pao de quiejo, guava biscuito, house-made jams, a fruit platter, homemade granola, yogurt and steaming brazilian coffee.
We spent a few more colonial streets worth of wandering and taking photos, when Sam declared that he couldn't go on walking and laid across the sidewalk. We reloaded and headed home.
After a failed attempt to hike to Salto Corumba, a lovely waterfall we spotted from the road (which we soon found out was a treacherous Familymoon hike) we retired for water and a little dream moment for my Dad then lead our caravan on back through the dry, rolling Brazilian hills and back home.
For more images from my photo journey of Pirenopolis, visit my photography blog HERE.
3 comments:
Love the Carolina visor! Does he throw it like Steve Spurrier? :)
I want to go to Pirenopolis!
--Nanny
He is vintage the original Carolina Alumnus. He does not throw it like Steve Spurrier (the bird, or the ball) but he is quite great in his own way :)
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