December 1, 2010 My Birthday
Fortaleza, Brazil
I woke up at 5:15am and was surprised to see another ship outside my porthole. I knew we must be close to land so I quickly dressed, went up to the top deck, and watched us come into port at Fortaleza, Brazil.
This was my first view of the"New World". I was a little surprised about the skyscrapers. I knew we were going to a city, but guess I just had something a little more primitive in my mind:)
One thing I found very fascinating was the education on cashews. Each cashew nut is actually the seed of a cashew fruit that grows on a tree like an apple. One fruit = one cashew nut. Now I understand why cashews are one of the more expensive natural snacks. In Brazil they harvest lots of cashews, then use the fruit to make an alcoholic drink.
some pretty flowers
more cool plants
Typical street vendors. They were on every street in downtown Fortaleza shopping area.
We only spent 4 hours touring Fortaleza on the bus. It was OK, but after awhile, a city is just another city.
The beach front
the city park
an old Cathedral
future LDS Temple site. Not much to look at right now, but wait till the Temple is built!
At dinner that night my friends ordered me a Birthday Cake and the whole restaurant sang to me.
I love Birthdays!
Thursday December 2, Recefe'
Today was really fun. We went to an old part of the area called Olinda. It means "an area of great beauty". We had a walking tour of the old city and visited a small area for shopping. It was much more interesting to walk the street and stop and see the different plants and just feel the life on the street. Much better than just riding by on the bus.
This is mom and I in front of very old baobab tree from Africa.
This is a banana tree. The bananas grow upside down, because the little flowers on the ends of the bananas always try to grow toward the light. The big red thing at the end is called the heart and is suppose to have medicinal properties for your circulatory system.
Our last stop for the day was the Recefe' Temple. We enjoyed performing an endowment session before racing back to the ship. Our tour guide called the ship from the bus to tell them we were on our way. He was the last one up the gangplank and they actually closed the door behind him as he stepped onto the ship.
Friday Dec. 3rd - Maceio
This was suppose to be my only day I had to just sit on the beach. At least that was the original plans. But everyone was so worried about me going off on my own, so I ended up sticking with the group for the boring bus ride around town. They said we were going to the beach, but by the time we finally got there the day was half over. I did get to swim for about 30 minutes, enjoy a Coke on the beach in the beautiful blazing heat, and even do a little shopping. But don't get me started on how frustrated I was about wasting the first half of the day.
Mom quenching her thirst with fresh coconut water.
a view of the city with our ship in the background
me and Dora Mae
the colorful fishing boats on the beach
chair rental 5 reais...
cold coke 3 reais...
temperature- sand hot enough to burn off the soles of your feet...
memory of the sunshine and the Brazilian atmosphere- priceless!
(actually Tracy would probably have a number for that:)
Saturday Dec. 4- Salvador
This was one of the best days of the trip! How can I describe this day in it's full glory.
We started out at 8am. Our bus guide was amazing. He spoke very fluent English and was a teacher by profession. He was very knowledgeable about his Brazilian heritage and shared his views of all the mixed races and the history of the Brazilian/African/Portuguese cultures. Everything he said was very fascinating to me. I really like the new perspective I am gaining as I learn about other people. So here goes my photo journal of the day's activities.
At every port we are met by local ambassadors of the city that greet us with music or dancing. This is mom with a Bahia woman. She is dressed in the traditional costume handing out prayer ribbons.
we first took a quick bus tour around the city. This is the public elevator from the harbor (poor slave area in historic times) to the upper city (or rich Portuguese area).
a small view of the waterfront with guys selling sugar cane
The view looking down to the harbor from the upper city.
The little island was a prison.
The white building in the left hand side was the slave trading house, and the large brown building on the right side (now a market) was the tax house where you paid for the slaves after purchase.
friends getting their picture taken at the tourist attraction.
One of the most amazing things I witnessed was the unexpected surprise of the "Festival of Santa Barbara". We were walking through a courtyard area when I noticed all these people up ahead coming towards us. They were dressed in red and white and you could hear a commotion coming from down the street. Then you could see the procession coming, like a parade down the street towards us. I jumped up on a bench so I could get a really good view and not get lost in the crowd. Mom on the other hand thought it would be neat to have a front row seat and walked out to the curb.If you look carefully you will see a little lady in a white hat just next to the light pole. That is my mom.
So anyway the procession was amazing!! I think it was the cheerful energy engulfing me as they walked by singing and carrying flowers. You could just feel the happiness in the air. I thought it was amazing and I was blessed to be a part of it.
After the procession we continued down the street to the Gold Church. Along the way we saw this parrot outside a store.
this is the courtyard at the Gold Church. It is decorated in elaborate tile art describing man's purpose on earth and how we can get to heaven.(at least in the belief of the original builders of the church)
I can't describe the whole story, but it was interesting to get the perspective of why they felt they needed to build so many churches and make them so decorated. The basic idea was the more you paid the church, the greater your reward in heaven, or something like that.
This was our tour guide. I love this picture because it reminds me of the passion he had about sharing the histories of the past. He was showing a picture of a slave woman nursing a rich Portuguese child. He talked about the clashes of the inequality and confused belief that the slaves were not human, but yet they were made to feed the rich ladies babies. Very similar to the stories of the US slave trade. I found it all very fascinating and educational.
This is the artist that made this painting that now hangs in my living room. It is a painting of the Gold Church.
The Gold Church gets it's name from the fact that everything in it is covered with 800 kg of gold leaf. I actually don't remember its real name. I just found this amazing blog from someone else that visited the church. It has amazing video if you would like to follow the link http://www.360cities.net/image/panoful#325.58,8.95,70.0
After the church we made our way back to the ship, stopping along the way at the market to do a little shopping. This was the only day we actually had free time in a city after the group tour. I wanted to go walking around really bad, but everyone was worried about me going out on my own. I managed to talk my new friend Larry into coming along. After we got off the ship he confided that he really wanted to go exploring too, but it makes his wife nervous when he takes off on his own, so he told her he needed to go with me so I wouldn't be alone. So it was a win-win situation for both of us:)
We had an amazing afternoon and found a few real gems all on our own.
This is the old slave trading house that is now the Naval headquarters. Larry wanted to go for a closer look, but as soon as he stepped over the heavy chain next to the sidewalk, a machine gun toting guard gave him a look that spoke volumes and needed no translation.
The best part of the afternoon was stumbling upon the Museum of Modern Art. Our first view was just of this nice garden area next to the highway with yard art in it. We made our way down to the little beach and found a few other locals there swimming and enjoying the sunshine. The sign said "no swimming", but the guards at the top of the hill didn't seem to mind, so we kicked off our shoes for a dip.
It was perfect! It was like our own little oasis.
While soaking in the sun and pinching myself that I was really in Brazil having the perfect day, some young guys came by to enjoy the cove too. They jumped out of their boat and swam around. It was fun watching them enjoy life and just being teenage boys. The big white building in the background was our next point of exploration. It turned out to be an old Trading house that is now a museum.
A view as we entered the old trading house. Apparently slaves came in and sugar went out. Here is Larry standing next to some type of shallow, tile lined pools. Looking at the pools from the other angle. I have no idea what they were really for.
I love Birthdays!
Thursday December 2, Recefe'
Today was really fun. We went to an old part of the area called Olinda. It means "an area of great beauty". We had a walking tour of the old city and visited a small area for shopping. It was much more interesting to walk the street and stop and see the different plants and just feel the life on the street. Much better than just riding by on the bus.
This is mom and I in front of very old baobab tree from Africa.
This is a banana tree. The bananas grow upside down, because the little flowers on the ends of the bananas always try to grow toward the light. The big red thing at the end is called the heart and is suppose to have medicinal properties for your circulatory system.
Our last stop for the day was the Recefe' Temple. We enjoyed performing an endowment session before racing back to the ship. Our tour guide called the ship from the bus to tell them we were on our way. He was the last one up the gangplank and they actually closed the door behind him as he stepped onto the ship.
Friday Dec. 3rd - Maceio
This was suppose to be my only day I had to just sit on the beach. At least that was the original plans. But everyone was so worried about me going off on my own, so I ended up sticking with the group for the boring bus ride around town. They said we were going to the beach, but by the time we finally got there the day was half over. I did get to swim for about 30 minutes, enjoy a Coke on the beach in the beautiful blazing heat, and even do a little shopping. But don't get me started on how frustrated I was about wasting the first half of the day.
Mom quenching her thirst with fresh coconut water.
a view of the city with our ship in the background
me and Dora Mae
the colorful fishing boats on the beach
chair rental 5 reais...
cold coke 3 reais...
temperature- sand hot enough to burn off the soles of your feet...
memory of the sunshine and the Brazilian atmosphere- priceless!
(actually Tracy would probably have a number for that:)
Saturday Dec. 4- Salvador
This was one of the best days of the trip! How can I describe this day in it's full glory.
We started out at 8am. Our bus guide was amazing. He spoke very fluent English and was a teacher by profession. He was very knowledgeable about his Brazilian heritage and shared his views of all the mixed races and the history of the Brazilian/African/Portuguese cultures. Everything he said was very fascinating to me. I really like the new perspective I am gaining as I learn about other people. So here goes my photo journal of the day's activities.
At every port we are met by local ambassadors of the city that greet us with music or dancing. This is mom with a Bahia woman. She is dressed in the traditional costume handing out prayer ribbons.
we first took a quick bus tour around the city. This is the public elevator from the harbor (poor slave area in historic times) to the upper city (or rich Portuguese area).
a small view of the waterfront with guys selling sugar cane
The view looking down to the harbor from the upper city.
The little island was a prison.
The white building in the left hand side was the slave trading house, and the large brown building on the right side (now a market) was the tax house where you paid for the slaves after purchase.
friends getting their picture taken at the tourist attraction.
One of the most amazing things I witnessed was the unexpected surprise of the "Festival of Santa Barbara". We were walking through a courtyard area when I noticed all these people up ahead coming towards us. They were dressed in red and white and you could hear a commotion coming from down the street. Then you could see the procession coming, like a parade down the street towards us. I jumped up on a bench so I could get a really good view and not get lost in the crowd. Mom on the other hand thought it would be neat to have a front row seat and walked out to the curb.So anyway the procession was amazing!! I think it was the cheerful energy engulfing me as they walked by singing and carrying flowers. You could just feel the happiness in the air. I thought it was amazing and I was blessed to be a part of it.
After the procession we continued down the street to the Gold Church. Along the way we saw this parrot outside a store.
this is the courtyard at the Gold Church. It is decorated in elaborate tile art describing man's purpose on earth and how we can get to heaven.(at least in the belief of the original builders of the church)
I can't describe the whole story, but it was interesting to get the perspective of why they felt they needed to build so many churches and make them so decorated. The basic idea was the more you paid the church, the greater your reward in heaven, or something like that.
This was our tour guide. I love this picture because it reminds me of the passion he had about sharing the histories of the past. He was showing a picture of a slave woman nursing a rich Portuguese child. He talked about the clashes of the inequality and confused belief that the slaves were not human, but yet they were made to feed the rich ladies babies. Very similar to the stories of the US slave trade. I found it all very fascinating and educational.
This is the artist that made this painting that now hangs in my living room. It is a painting of the Gold Church.
The Gold Church gets it's name from the fact that everything in it is covered with 800 kg of gold leaf. I actually don't remember its real name. I just found this amazing blog from someone else that visited the church. It has amazing video if you would like to follow the link http://www.360cities.net/image/panoful#325.58,8.95,70.0After the church we made our way back to the ship, stopping along the way at the market to do a little shopping. This was the only day we actually had free time in a city after the group tour. I wanted to go walking around really bad, but everyone was worried about me going out on my own. I managed to talk my new friend Larry into coming along. After we got off the ship he confided that he really wanted to go exploring too, but it makes his wife nervous when he takes off on his own, so he told her he needed to go with me so I wouldn't be alone. So it was a win-win situation for both of us:)
We had an amazing afternoon and found a few real gems all on our own.
This is the old slave trading house that is now the Naval headquarters. Larry wanted to go for a closer look, but as soon as he stepped over the heavy chain next to the sidewalk, a machine gun toting guard gave him a look that spoke volumes and needed no translation.
The best part of the afternoon was stumbling upon the Museum of Modern Art. Our first view was just of this nice garden area next to the highway with yard art in it. We made our way down to the little beach and found a few other locals there swimming and enjoying the sunshine. The sign said "no swimming", but the guards at the top of the hill didn't seem to mind, so we kicked off our shoes for a dip.
It was perfect! It was like our own little oasis.
While soaking in the sun and pinching myself that I was really in Brazil having the perfect day, some young guys came by to enjoy the cove too. They jumped out of their boat and swam around. It was fun watching them enjoy life and just being teenage boys. The big white building in the background was our next point of exploration. It turned out to be an old Trading house that is now a museum.
A view as we entered the old trading house. Apparently slaves came in and sugar went out. Here is Larry standing next to some type of shallow, tile lined pools. Looking at the pools from the other angle. I have no idea what they were really for.
This is just me in the courtyard in front of a really cool old tree:)
On the other side from the beach was this large docking area.
A view accross the docking area to an old building that was part of the compound. I think it is just a nice picture. The tree in the front had mangos.
As you keep looking to the left, the next view is the stark reallity of poverty. The big city buildings up on the hill, and the little houses stacked upon each other under the highway. It humbles you and makes you take stock of your blessings.
This was my last view of Salvador as we pulled out of the harbor at sunset. What an amazing day that I will never forget. Sunday December 5th, 2010
Day at Sea
This day was spent visiting with new friends and making lasting memories with people that have changed my life in ways they will never know. I don't really understand it all myself, but this Sabath Day was probably the most touching in my life. We had a wonderful Fast and Testimony meeting together, and shared many feelings of joy and happiness with each other that we share because of our membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Here are a few pictures of some of the most amazing people I have ever met. Maybe unassuming on the outside, but their example to me has changed y life.
This is Delgia and Adalton Parrela from Florinopolis, Brazil. I met them in the hotel lobby on my first night in Milano. They are true kindred spirits and I will love them forever. I can't wait for the day, weather in this life or the next, that we meet again.
Lynn and Kay Wallace. They were missionaries in Mozambique, Africa. Their sweet spirits and example of showing pure love to all people were very influential to me. I hope I can follow their footsteps, have their faith, and can serve a mission with my husband someday.
Doug and Arleen Dalton. He was a great story teller. Another example of humble, happy, people doing their best to serve the Lord. Great examples of living your religion, no matter what your situation.

Eric and Claudia Dalton (brother and sister-in-law to Doug and Arlene). They were tag along cruisers like my mom and I.
Dora Mae Blades and Carol Jean Nash. They are true sisters in blood and spirit. What fun loving sweet ladies. We hit it off from the first time me we met. They taught me how to play"7-11" with Skip-bo cards and I could always count on them for a good laugh.
And here is my mom and I with our waiter. I don't remember his name now, but he was from Bali and had the nicest smile. He was a genuinly polite and happy guy. He did make our dinner time special. I hope him and has family all the best.
I can't believe this is my only picture of Jan Hilton. I met her and Cleonice (whom I am very sad I don't have a picture of) during our first bus ride from Milano to Savona. A super lady full of life and a great example to just open your mouth and share the gospel with everyone you meet.
And of course there is Alf Gunn, former FBI agent and the guy who made this trip possible. You will never meet a more Christ-like gentleman on this earth.
These were just a few of the people that I will always remember.






























































