|Those were the days|
|You may start slicing, sir...|
|...with a little on the side|
3. No more trips to Corcovado — Most city dwellers never look up. Parisians hurry past the Eiffel Tower and New Yorkers scurry past the Empire State Building. But cariocas (residents of Rio de Janeiro) go about their business with one eye at street level and the other on the glorious Christ the Redeemer statue on top of Corcovado. As tourist attractions go, it's an amazing one. Make the trek up Corcovado Mountain and your reward is a stupendous, jaw-dropping gorgeous view. Mark and I were always eager to shepherd guests up to the top, and enjoy their reactions as well as the view. I think I've been to Corcovado at least three times now, Mark maybe a time or two more than that. But the idea of going up again leaves us cold. I'm not above admitting to a bit of a blasé, "been-there-done-that" attitude, but don't think that the recent quadrupling of the price of admission is an encouragement, because it isn't. Not to mention the crowds, which have grown so large that the once quick act of buying a ticket and hopping on the cute little train that chugs up the mountain can turn into a four-hour wait in a very long line in very hot sun. We'll still take guests to the ticket window, but we'll wait at the bottom with an ice cold drink, thank you.
|Some Hippie Fair goodies from years past|