After spending time at the falls we drove into town to a grocery store and found: jelly beans, grape jelly, peanut butter and sugar pops! It was the first jelly and peanut butter since we left Mexico.  Also bought some coffee that was wonderful. The food prices were cheaper than in Argentina, but gasoline was $1.60 US a gallon.
As we continued traveling the countryside we passed through was very pretty, mostly farms. The houses were small and made of wood and all were painted vivid colors: yellows, blues and greens. We don’t have any pictures of this area as Bill’s camera had stopped working right after we left the falls. When we took the camera in to get fixed the repair person told us we must have placed it near a magnet - a ha - Randy was using it to take pictures of the falls. Our son Randy has a truly “magnetic” personality. Before we left the US we knew he couldn’t wear or carry a watch - after a couple of days they would stop working. There was and is something in him that acts like magnet and messes with certain mechanisms.  In this day and age with digital there is no problem.
We drove about 350 miles to Curitiba where we planned on stopping for the night. By the time we reached the town it was dark. Again I was reading the map and giving Bill directions that he blindly followed.
“Turn left here.” I told him, He turned and we proceeded down a paved road.
“Isn’t this road awfully narrow?” he remarked.
“Yes, but it gets us where we want to go,” was my reply. That was no sooner out of my mouth when I saw the sign.
There was a picture of a bicycle and below it a picture of a car with a line drawn through it. The words I assumed said “BICYCLE PATH”
“Oh my God, we’re on a bicycle path - we need to get off of here.”
“A WHAT?”
“A bicycle path - that’s why it’s so narrow.”
“Look for a way off.”  On both sides of us were three foot pilings - making the path.






“Why are we driving on a bicycle path Dad? How come Mom told you to drive on a bicycle path?” This from Gil who had wandered up front just in time to hear my observation.
“Quiet - Dad needs to concentrate. Go sit down,” I told him giving him a push towards the back.
I was sitting forward peering out the window into the dark. Just ahead of us the headlights picked up a path leading to the left. “There. There’s a way out,” I said. “And I think it leads to a real road.”
Sure enough, we reached it and saw the road I had seen on the map - running right next to us. Bill gave me an “Again!” look and made the turn. Whew now we were on the right road.
We found a motel where we could also park the motorhome. So we checked in. Got a room for us and the kids would stay in the motorhome. 

I forgot to mention we threw the tread on a tire just after we left the campground by the Falls. We had no problem getting a new tire and having it put on. Just found a truck tire repair place.

We stayed in Curitiba for four days. The motel was very modern and really nice especially the lovely bathtub! We became pretty good friends with the owners during our stay. It was owned by a family: Mom, Dad and a girl around Paul’s age. Paul was absolutely smitten by the daughter and stuck to her like glue - don’t think she minded it. 
The first night we were there we ate in the motel’s restaurant. The food was delicious, plentiful and inexpensive.
The next day, Sunday, was Bill’s birthday. We just drove around the area checking things out. We found a real nice park not far from the motel. There was a nice little zoo and a little lake with rental paddle boats. Of course all the kids (even the big ones) had to ride in them. Paul had such a good time he managed to talk himself into a “job.”  He shuttled the boats from the shore up to the rental dock. It kept him amused for the rest of the afternoon.
At that time Curitiba had over 600,000 residents. It was and probably still is a very modern, clean and pretty city. Lots of parks, wide streets and flower decked pedestrian malls. The center of downtown was a pedestrian mall. No traffic allowed. The buildings were very modern with several skyscrapers. The walkways in the mall were done in a black and white mosaic design. There were stores and boutiques of all types and cafes and bakeries.  And it was here that we saw our first ever double busses - the kind with the accordion pleats between the front and back sections. 
On Monday we drove the motorhome downtown again to go to the bank. The boys and I stayed in the motorhome while Bill went to the bank to exchange money. 
We were just waiting patiently when there was a knock on the door. Outside stood a young man and woman. They were both dressed in jeans and casual shirts. The man had longish curly brown hair and a mustache. He wore gold wire rim glasses. She was slender and very pretty with a camera bag slung over her shoulder.
In hesitant English he asked if we had driven there from California. When I replied that yes we had they asked if they could interview us and take some pictures for the daily newspaper the Diário Do Paráná. Of course we said YES!  Their English was uncertain - they asked if we spoke Portuguese or Spanish. Well no, but Bill did if they wanted to wait until he got back.
Randy left the motorhome and scurried up the street in search of Bill. We entertained the reporters until Randy and Bill came hurrying back and the interview began.
So of course we stayed another day to see the paper. We made the front page where you will find a translation and pictures from the article.
To this day I still hear about the Bicycle Path
Curitiba

Curitiba

Family from the Motel

Family from the Motel

Modern Bus

Modern Bus

Modern City

Modern City

Bills Birthday in Park

Bills Birthday in Park

Driving our Motorhome on a Bicycle Path in Curitiba, Brazil - October 19, 1978

Our travels through Brazil