The three inhabitants of the presbytery - Uillians, Benoit and I - unanimously decided to leave the loud and dirty district of Uruguai behind us and to move (temporarily) to the island of Itaparica. Hence we bought three tickets for a 'lancha' (motor boat) which is cheaper and way more exciting than the ferry. The strong wind makes for a very shaky and rough ride, sometimes water gets into the boat. All in all the crossing was quite boring - last time more people screamed, two people who sat next to me vomited and children wanted to be taken on their parent's shoulders. From the port we took a station wagon to the village of Aratuba (quite an uncomfortable ride due to the "never-full-approach" which is characteristic of all forms of Brazil's public transport).

Island Itaparica

"Our" weekend home
Finally we made it to our residence which is owned by a woman from our parish and who generously let us use it for the weekend. Before we could relax we had to clean the house which was quite a task because the floor was covered with small pieces of wood (thanks be to the termites in the roof), not to mention the dust and insects. After that we could finally lean back and enjoy Caipirinha that Benoit had prepared out of sugar cane schnapps (which due to a whole in the bottle soaked all food we had brought with us). A local had also provided coconuts from the palm trees in our garden - we were unable to get them from the top without a ladder.

Uillians and his favorite hobby

Chef Benoit

Caipirinha (my glass was almost empty from the very start)

DVD-Session slash everyone ready to sleep
Waking up without mosquito bites
The next couple of days were very relaxing. We enjoyed the beach, the waves, ice cream and in particular the silence which we lack a lot in Uruguai where pretty much everyone has a weakness for firecrackers and megaphones. The three days flew by but Uillians and I are already planning our next vacation...
Benoit and moi
Beach in Aratuba
Looking from Itaparica to Salvador