Day 12. Monday, February 16, 2015:
Last day in Rio
Saying our good-byes to Father Duane. Joao offered to be our tour guide for the morning. One last trip to the beach. This one was called Flamengo.
Last day in Rio
Saying our good-byes to Father Duane. Joao offered to be our tour guide for the morning. One last trip to the beach. This one was called Flamengo.
While walking through a park-like setting we spotted trees with pods and exceptionally beautiful orchid-like flowers, that were not orchids.
We walked back to Joao's posada (house) and left Roger and Desra to rest. Then Father Duane and I walked uphill to the Benedictine Monastery to see if one of the monks would give us a ride to the airport later that evening. Closer to our departure Duane walked back to the Monastery and gave directions to the driver to the street where we were staying. Traffic was congested due to 2nd day of Carneval so we met the driver with our luggage at the end of the street.
We were pleased a travel agency found a reasonably priced airfare for Duane to fly to Goiana and from there he continued on to where he lives in Mineiros. This was much better than the 23-hour bus ride he had arriving in Rio two weeks earlier. We said our goodbyes at the airport and shared our plans to see each other in the U.S. in June.
The rest of us dreaded the long flights back home. Instead the winter storm in Boston played in our favor. Rather than being routed through JFK as previously scheduled back home my husband, Randy got on the computer and got our tickets changed free of charge so we flew to Miami, and then to Dallas, instead of the longer flight to New York. From there I flew to Arizona and Roger and Desra direct to Denver.
And now for the memories. Many thanks again to our brother, Father Duane for making this adventure a trouble-free, full and action-packed 12 days.
If the reader would like more information about visiting Rio, or any questions, please use the comment box at the bottom of the first chapter titled Rio de Janeiros 2015, or contact me directly via email.
We were pleased a travel agency found a reasonably priced airfare for Duane to fly to Goiana and from there he continued on to where he lives in Mineiros. This was much better than the 23-hour bus ride he had arriving in Rio two weeks earlier. We said our goodbyes at the airport and shared our plans to see each other in the U.S. in June.
The rest of us dreaded the long flights back home. Instead the winter storm in Boston played in our favor. Rather than being routed through JFK as previously scheduled back home my husband, Randy got on the computer and got our tickets changed free of charge so we flew to Miami, and then to Dallas, instead of the longer flight to New York. From there I flew to Arizona and Roger and Desra direct to Denver.
And now for the memories. Many thanks again to our brother, Father Duane for making this adventure a trouble-free, full and action-packed 12 days.
If the reader would like more information about visiting Rio, or any questions, please use the comment box at the bottom of the first chapter titled Rio de Janeiros 2015, or contact me directly via email.