It was not a swimming beach really, full of surf but not cold, but it felt good to walk in sand and feel slightly damp and sticky from the sea air. It has been a long time since we saw a beach, never mind on the Atlantic Ocean.
The campground entrance:
Layne paid our bill for two nights, 180 reals (US$34).
We had a reminder of Mexico here on Saturday afternoon when a food seller stopped by with some mysterious packages.
He had hearts of palm things or chicken and cheese things at a dollar each. When we unwrapped the package it looked like this: 
I was staring to wish we had got more than one. Then we tasted it.
And the shame of it is the pie seller never reappeared. We walked but did not see him and his delicious packages.
The campground was just fine when all was said and done.
If you think Brazilians don’t enjoy big RVs this country might surprise you.
Our neighbor has been a pleasure to meet. He’s name is Jean and he came to Brazil 40 years ago from his home in French speaking Switzerland, a country that made him feel cramped. His grandfather died and a couple of old friends from Brazil came to his funeral. They invited Jean to come visit them but he did better than that. He brought their furniture with him. 
He tangled with a tiny suitcase and a container full of furniture and after a couple of months with them he looked for a job and got hired by a Swiss company and settled down.
He told Layne about a German village near Curitiba and as a storm is predicted bringing rain we’ve decided to go back to the city, do the Niemeyer museum properly and then visit Colonia Witmarsum where we can check out some German culture including Jean says some excellent cheeses. It’s been a nice couple of days and we want more beach time so we will come back south toward Brazil’s most famous southern beach town Florianopolis. 
Our home once again drew some curiosity. Brazilians are really nice people. 
We are ocean people.
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