Tamandaré

We finished our classes early this week, so Jaren and I got permission to go on our own to the beautiful Praia dos Carneiros (Beach of the Sheep).  The beach lies close to a small coastal town called Tamandaré, which was a 2-hour bus ride outside of Recife.  When we arrived there, we found a little place to stay the night for a low price, and instead of going straight to Carneiros we lunched and then went to the beach 300 meters from the place where we stayed.  

 On the beach of Tamandaré.

 My white body.  The beach was very calm and relaxing, but unfortunately the water was kind of murky with bits of wood and what not, so it wasn't good for swimming.  But it was a peaceful stroll.

 My wonderful travel mate Jaren.

 This was a very old church with mason symbols on the front of it, which I thought was kind of interesting.

 The beach was littered with boats for fishing, shrimping, crabbing, etc., as well as with torn up neon shorts.

 Some big black clouds started to come over the top of us, and threatened to pour down over the top of us, but luckily it didn't rain.

 So Jaren and I wanted a picture together on the beach close to this cool white chapel, and the lucky passerby that came by soonest was an older fellow that didn't know how to use a camera to save his life.  We had to explain and explain and explain how he had to hold down the button all the way for at least a couple seconds, but he couldn't seem to do it.  The way he held the camera wobbling away from his face made me wonder if there was a golden snitch inside the machine.  This was one of the pictures Jaren took trying to explain to our friend how long to hold down the button.

 The result of our labors.  When we saw that it took, we cheered for our photographer like he had scored the winning goal of the World Cup.

The sun set on our day in Tamandaré.  (The most poetic comment I could come up with for this photo)