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meats in beans. Rice, [[strikethrough]] farinha [[/strikethrough]] ^[[farofa]], and luscious greens with chips of tried-out salt pork or bacon were served on our dinner plates; then we dipped from the bean pots. A pot of farinha was also brought and individual plates of orange pieces without the web. It was excellent and we had a lovely time. Platters of dessert were brought: Rings of yellow pudding on a cocoanut pastry, then preserved fruit of some exotic kind, then candied squash, which we turned away. The final cafezinhos were only luke warm -- our only disappointment until Tom got the bill which seemed higher than justified by the price list. He paid up, without tip, and we left. It was a lovely afternoon with sun filtering through the wild almond trees. Reminiscent of the afternoon at Corumbá after we left lunch at the Grande Hotel. As it was only about 2:15, we decided to visit the Museo do India a block away. There, Tom sat on a bench in the shade while I went in.

The Museum is housed in a Ministry of some sort -- second floor, door & windows open. Spotless, well designed and well kept. No charge, but they request signature and country of origin at the door. All sorts of articles are displayed, along with excellent mural photographs of Brazilian Indians. Many clay karajo's, arranged in family groups or busy with some function or other, and some feather headdresses, both reminiscent of the things presented to us years ago by Drs. Eswwalda & Benevondio

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after their visit to the Rio Araguari. There were also instruments, such as a message drum and a long narrow cylinder of woven watting, while was partially filled with sand. It could be inverted or spun on its mounting and, as the sand fell, it seemed to whisper. I learned all this because groups of school children were going through and their teachers were explaining and demonstrating. The children were delightful -- clean, scrubbed, healthy, all wearing little T-shirts with their names on front and back. All white or light café -- no doubt a private school, as they came in buses. Outside, where Tom was sitting, the teachers were [[strikethrough]] playing [[strikethrough]] teaching games to groups while they waited.

Dan's clinic was less than a block away, so we went in without calling first --arrived about 3:15 an hour or more earlier than usual. America answered the door looking completely frazzled. Dan had had his tomograph earlier in the day -- at last! It had required him to dress & ride to another site, then lie on a still slab for a long time, breathing only when a bell rang. Back in hospital he was in much pain but was sitting up when we arrived. Greeted us cheerfully & we started a good talk. About an hour later he commented that, since we had arrived he was in no pain at all! Wondered why. We stayed until about 7:00. All because America had to go home before Danny arrived from an afternoon on the beach. Apparently nobody is left alone in a hospital in Brazil.(!) Dan is pretty demanding too, and was much pleased and relieved