Having made it into Brazil, we had no Reales, and everything was closed. Finally we found a roadside fruitstand that accepted our Pesos. Our New Year's day dinner.
A rememberence to those who came before...
I think I already said Magnificent Rolling Lush Green Hills back in Misiones, and here, twice again, with the distinction of being under cultivation, and hosting fine little ranches.
Menacing clouds rose to a blinding downpour, sitting it out by the side of the road, cold, sweet rain becomes hail, and back to rain.
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