Where the livin' is easy

I've just returned from a weekend away on the gorgeous island of Morro De Sao Paulo. It was so nice to be able to escape the bustle of the city and do some good ol relaxing.
Morro is a quaint little tourist town where the main mode of transportation is wheelbarrow. They do not have any paved streets, only sand. We stayed on the most popular beach in a hostel I can only describe as looking some what reminiscent of a jail cell. The shower, or as I referred to it, the showlet, was in the same space as the toilet, so essentially you could kill two birds with one stone if you really felt it necessary. But we were literally 20 feet from the biggest beach party at night and for $15 a night during peak season I would say we got off well.
It's back to work tomorrow which I am both looking forward to and dreading. We all had a very trying week last week as things at MT took a bad turn. All of the kids are getting very sick and it seems none are getting better. On friday we only had 4 kids there(3 of which were running fevers)as the rest where in the hospital. Their caretaker had a breakdown on Thursday when one of the little boys started vomiting all over the place. Her reaction makes me think that these kids are in much poorer health than they let on.
While MT does an excellent job taking care of the kids, the children go home with their parent(s) on the weekend. I think it's important for the kids to have that maternal contact, but when it appears none of them have been fed, washed or nurtured when they return on Monday, it's a bit angering that they allow them to go home at all.
In fact it's interesting to see the mood of all the children change as the week goes on. Even though they are only a few years old, they understand what Friday means and many become very withdrawn and sad.
Don't worry, I've been keeping very busy otherwise so life isn't as depressing as the last paragraph makes it sound.
I went on a day trip last weekend to a town called Cachoeira. We ate lunch at a former convent, now a restaurant and inn, toured a cigar factory, walked around the creepiest art exhibit I have ever seen in my life, and snapped a lot of phots of a place far different, far more rural and untouched by tourism, than Salvador. The Boa Morte (Good Death) all female Condomble group is very big there and if we had chosen to stay later we could have attended a seance up in the hills of Cachoeira. Unfortunately catching busses at night is not the safest thing, so we had to leave before the seance.
I'm sure there will be another chance though....