Sunday, June 7, 2009

Maria Fumaca

Train ride on Maria Fumaca. The ride was about an hour and a half. We took a bus from Bento Goncalves to Carlos Barbosa. From Carlos Barbosa, we boarded the train which took us through Garibaldi where we stopped for some wine and Bento Goncalves.
While we waited for the Maria Fumaca train, we were entertained with music from a famous Brazilian singer.

Boarding Maria Fumaca.


The gala was hosted by the Mulheres (women's) Rotary Club in Bento. The evening included live music from a saxophonist followed by more dancing. I think we left around 3:30 am. That's what I really love about the parties here...they don't end until people leave.

Porto Alegre
















A little slice of paradise...in a glass

Our good friend and fellow GSE'er, Tiago, gave us a tour of Cooperative Garibaldi...followed by wine and espumante (sparking wine) tasting. Yummy!

We toured Tramontina in the afternoon. This factory produces cutlery. Tramontina is the most well-known brand for cutlery (as well as other products).

Our tour ended with a stop at the local Volunteer Firemen of Garibaldi, where we had the opportunity to peek inside the ambulances and meet the local bombeiros.

Since we leave for our next city on Friday, June 4, we had our despididas dinner at a pizzeria. Pizzas here are not like those in the states! It was sad to leave but we had many fond and funny memories to take with us.

June 2

We spent the evening at Tiago's house...over bread, salame, and guess what...wine. Rodrigo and Marina drove in from Sao Marcos and Everton from Farrouphila. We had a lovely time!

But where's Pablo???

We were on Radio Garibaldi in the morning. Our interpreter was from the Cultura Americana language school in Garibaldi (there are many language schools here in Rio Grande do Sul). After that, we visited with the Mayor and then took a tour of the city on a bus previously used for the military.


After lunch, we visited the second largest producer of cutlery, Martinazzo.

Our other tour included a visit to Frinal, a chicken factory. For sanitary purposes, we had to change into new clothes. (Monica had to change out of her beautiful new boots.) The smell was overwhelming but it was interesting to see how chickens make it to the dining table. Thank you for the sacrifice, chicken!