Rooftop Antics...

While wondering around Funky Town, we happened upon a hotel that had a rooftop bar, where we enjoyed a cocktail, spotted some pink flamingos...

...and took a family selfie.

Once back at the apartment, Jimmy made some Sangria and fired up the grill.

We quickly became addicted to the local bread: bolo do caco, which is made with sweet potatoes and is cooked over a stove or stone rather than in the oven because of a medieval ban on using ovens without paying an extra tax. Of course, our bread came already cooked from the store, but the girls slathered on olive oil and garlic for the grill.

The girls took the opportunity to do some rooftop stretches...

...and squats. 

The sky was constantly changing, often with threatening clouds in the background, but it never rained.