Next day we are off to the old, crooked-street, maze of a city Ouro Preto. It's a strange mix of old, wealthy mining city (Ouro Preto means Black Gold), tourist mecca (though most are Brasilian tourists) and college party town. We were there for the Doze, the 12th of October, the Dia de Nosa Senhora. It was crowded and crazy. The "Republics", basically frat houses, were welcoming back all the alumni with pitchers of Cerveja Skol. But in the evening light, the town was busy and beautiful.