Monday night it looked like rain with heavy darks clouds building up across the bay and slowly smothering the blue sky and sunshine above us. Mafra the campground care taker shrugged saying it rains heavily in Joinville, the inland city but barely sprinkles here in São Francisco do Sul (Saint Francis of the South - named of course for the most famous Umbrian to come out of my region in Italy).
We had pasta in a mushroom sauce for dinner Monday, one of Layne’s best and our Argentine neighbors had donated a bottle of red when they left making fun of the name on the bottle, but it tasted good, as did the sunset over the waters of the bay. In the event it did not rain and the view across the bay was undimmed by rain. Monday morning after the weekend exodus we moved across the campground to get an ocean view and also to move away from the Beverly Hillbillies who moved in next door with squealing kids leading a yappy dog through our campsite. The joy of being a nomad is not only getting out of managing a garden but also escaping irritating neighbors. As Layne put it we moved to a $350 a night view. As you can tell Brazilian Rivers are no strangers to giant vehicles in their pursuit of time away from home. Our former spot was in front of the lower rock pictured below. The small children from the orange trailer took to climbing in and peering in to observe a napping Layne. It was better we move than she explain to them in no uncertain terms their lack of camping etiquette.
Swimming has been very pleasant not in the rough waters of the ocean but in our private swimming pool in the harbor just around the corner. Seen here at low tide there’s still plenty of water to swim in out of your depth. And the dredge has been pumping sand out of the entrance to clear the channel. After a swim and lunch the heat was enough to drive the other members of Team Lost into a torpor but I got my camera out and went for a walk. Mafra the campground manager has directed my attention to a mosaic park down the street and my curiosity took hold. It’s a decorative area next to the clubhouse of the Juventos sport club which has a soccer field here. We’ve watched them kicking a ball around between the goalposts. Bearing in mind I’m relying on Google Translate the sign below says Owl’s Burrow (I’ve seen some owls in this area), A Space for Art Sport and Leisure. You can donate money to the number below.
You decide if it’s a worthy cause. It includes a plaque dedicated to Saint Francis of Assisi and Padre Pio two Italian saints whose presence here is as eccentric as anything else I suppose.
Leisure Sport Culture and Art.
You get to figure this one out on your own:
I thought it was a bit of a cheek welcoming German tourists here when the only foreigners in sight were parish speaking Argentines and one RV of misplaced English speakers. 
