Sheep, bees…whatever.

When we visited Harold and Judith near Soca, we always noticed a very unusual structure, which we assumed was a church.

This weekend celebrating the Día del Patrimonio, many things open to the public that do not ordinarily open to the public, and the dreary weather and prospect of crowds in Montevideo led to the idea of eschewing metropolis in favor of lunch at the Parador Fito on rural Ruta 8, followed by the Día del Patrimonio offerings in Soca, including the Capilla de Soca (page 56 in this thing). Turns out it’s a private family chapel.

capilla

Alas, the concrete tetrahedrons, with their bunker-like entrance, exuded anything but welcome. The handwritten cardboard sign said something about sheep (or so I figured, not looking closely since this was not actually the entrance gate, just a nicer view, and I’m used to misspellings in Spanish, especially given Bs and Vs, which are pronounced the same).

So we got to our next destination—I think—the Antiguo Cine, the old movie theater:

El antiguo cine de Soca es un emblemático punto patrimonial, es parte de la identidad local y será recuperado prontamente. The old Soca cinema is an iconic heritage item, part of local identity and will restored soon. (Which probably means, before your last grandchild has shuffled off this mortal coil.)

We went to the location, took a photo of the most likely candidate,

cinema

then asked in the nearby bakery, where the best answer seemed to be, sorry.

We then explored another unusual church (see tomorrow) where a couple from Montevideo explained that the Capilla (chapel) was closed because it was infested with bees.

When I got home, I could see in my photo the cardboard sign:

abejas

It is not possible to enter. There are ________. Closed.

Ovejas=sheep.

Abejas=bees.

 

 

Proibido

Not allowed in the “lost” minivan (we got separated and would never have gotten to our destination but for the satellite link in the accompanying armed escort car):

proibido

  • Coconut water (in original dispenser)
  • Snacks
  • Drinks (never mind our cooler with bottled water)
  • Ice cream
  • Smiling wet children (apparently)
  • Smoking

Armed security escort in Brazil
Escolta Armada — you can probably figure that out.

Not a good sign

chemtrail

For belief-corral detainees, yeah, it’s about the dead tree that could blow over.

For those aware of the broadly- and deeply-documented, proven-beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt geoengineering experiments in North America and Europe, the appearance of a non-contrail, non-natural spreading linear cloud is not a welcome sight.*

*Oh wait, but MSNBCBS and the New York Times don’t report on it, and “officials” — so open and honest in every other way — deny its existence, so it can’t be true. I feel so better now.

Learning Portuguese

No, I’m not, though being in Brazil the better part of a week, I learned a few things (I was surprised how much I could understand).

Some, though, required further research: Jogue o lixo no lixo.

lixo

The trick is to know that “lixo” has two meanings here: trash and trash.

As in, “Throw the trash in the trash.”

Unhh-huh.