Torres

After waiting out several rainstorms, we decided to make a break for it when the clouds cleared. Our trip out of Gramado took us though the smaller (quainter) Alpine town of Canela with it’s inexplicably over-sized church.

From there, we wanted to take a track on the dirt into the canyons of the Parque Nacional Da Serra. It started with nice green rolling hills, but later there was a minor problem: it was completely fogged in. We think we saw the sign for the park entrance, but didn’t quite realize it until we had passed it. The cloud-forest vegetation was a nice change, though.

Our descent down the eastern side was steep and winding, but without much of view. They aren’t always clear sunny days. Then, we arrived at the coast and found the sun.

We picked Torres because we knew of 4 camp sites and the guidebook suggested it was worth visiting. The beach is something other than endless flat sand, so I suppose that’s something. The 500 km south of here are just that. A few rocks is about all this town has to offer that’s any different.

The camping place on the beach only allowed tents and the 2 others were closed. We settled for the one at the town entrance – literally in view of the VW dealership.
It didn’t take long before Bode had a girlfriend.  I don’t know why, but I kinda feel like this needs to be noted for future reference: Bode’s First Brazilian Girlfriend – age 7.

They were hand in hand before we knew it and Milli dragged him around all night and the next day.