Paraty is an anagram for "a party", but we didn't really.

(Brief post today since we've got little time.)

Paraty is a small, coastal town that got frozen in time when the gold route between Sao Paulo and Rio moved inland. Beautiful, cobblestone streets felt authentic and had only a spattering of tourists on them, and then locals do not practice the aggressive, hard-sell vendor tactics you normally find in this sort of tropical resort.

For Jessica's birthday, we took a boat tour of some of the surrounding islands and beaches. The weather held up perfectly for the tour, then clouded over the moment we finished.

For dinner we were taken to a local families historic home in the old district of Paraty for a traditional Brazilian barbecue, but everyone bailed early because it had been a long, hot day and we had to be up quite early to get to Rio at a reasonable hour.

Today, Rio...