they were all making flour out of something that is a bit like a potato. no one wanted to take a picture
the kids were setting off little bombs that they have for sao joao
the dad was busy working away
and i even helped with this part (although you cant see)
look at this view over the passagem. you have no idea the poverty that lives amongst such beauty. maybe its Gods gift to them....
and that week i returned to spend the whole day with them making cakes and such. it was a really wonderful day AND i got to meet the cousin of Tata (who lives in my house). she's two months old and so precious. i want her to move into the fazenda, but i dont think irma leticia would like that
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