IT'S WHAT LAS VEGAS WOULD BE IF IT WERE RUN BY NED FLANDERS

"Mini Mundo Park, of Gramado, RS, is adept at anything that connotes creativity, joy and beauty. This year we were partners in a beautiful story of romance, constructed to the minutest detail - a proposal of marriage in our park."

A poor translation from the Jornal do Mini Mundo

The quotation above was from the most recent edition of the Jornal do Mini Mundo, a hard-hitting quarterly produced by the owners of Mini Mundo, a park of miniature landmarks. It's pretty serious; there's an interview with park management, opinion pieces, community stories, and coverage of the many events happening amongst the miniatures of Mini Mundo. And coverage of a proposal, which is on YouTube if you really want to see what it would look like to ask someone to marry you next to a six foot tall rendition of Schloss Neuschwanstein.

This blog is on record comparing Gramado to Park City. Another, perhaps more accurate comparison is Branson, Missouri (hence the title). Gramado is an interesting town, but there's not really much to do there. So the residents got creative. There are three chocolate companies in the town. One runs The World of Chocolate (you may remember this from a few posts ago), while the other two run their own separate low-budget amusement parks outside of town. Mini Mundo is owned by a large German hotel. There's a Harley Museum, a Hollywood Car Museum, a Museum of Fashion, a Museum of Shoes, a giant thing with enormous Easter bunnies in front of it (since I didn't catch the name, let's just call it Easter Rockin' Fun Zone), Santa Land, Nossa Senhora Land (the picture above doesn't quite capture the scale , , , those hands are about 30 feet tall), and so many more. Actually, every place I went to featured Nossa Senhora at some point, so I guess she's diversified.

Empress Ariel, just after dethroning Santa Claus at Santa Land

I love these places. The campiness of them keeps me giggling, but there's so much more than just small-town charm. I love miniature places, and Mini Mundo was no different. I love them primarily because I get to see all the stories the creators placed into the world they created. When my mom and I were creating a model train set (perhaps the best gift ever given to a child), we had all kinds of stories running in the town. There was a mail truck that had driven into the lake, the busy folks at the train stations, and so on. The small town, nestled beneath the craggy slopes of Mt. Bumpy (child Chris had a way with names) was full of life. And Mini Mundo was too. Its newspaper can attest to that.

Obviously, the fire which broke out in this Swabian townhouse is a pretty obvious one. According the newspaper, the owner is an 89 year old who sleepwalks, and left the oven on after sleep-cooking. Less obvious things were afoot in the town of landmarks. My somewhat blurry photo tried to capture an elderly couple enjoying a day on the grounds of the Museu Paulista (this is likely the closest I'll get to the museum, despite it being about 8km from my house. Only in Brazil can the leading museum of the city be closed until 2025 for renovations). Mini Mundo even operates an airline to service its town, with a fleet of Airbus A340s. The townfolk are quite wealthy, judging from the cars they were driving - historic Aston Martins, Ferraris, and surprisingly, considering its proclivity to flip, a 1999 Mercedes CLK-GTR (for the everyone who reads this and is confused, 30 seconds into this video you'll understand a bit better). There's even a curious accident where a truck carrying normal-sized acorns crashed, complete with bystanders confused by the appearance of full sized acorns. When I go to a place like Mini Mundo, my mind starts to make up stories for everything I see. It's a lot of fun.

While miniature towns are full of stories, low-grade corporate amusement parks are the opposite. They're monuments to absurdism and small-business owners with big dreams. Floribal's Terra Magical delivered in this respect. Florybal's chocolate is not very good, even by Brazil's pretty low standard. But the scope of its magic park was impressive. It covered everything. Dinosaurs, early man, Greek deities, Nossa Senhora and Catholic iconography, a chocolate mine being worked by enslaved elves supervised by a Snow White-esque taskmaster, jungle animals, non-jungle animals, indigenous Brazilians, and pretty much anything else you could make a fiberglass statue of. None were of particularly high craftsmanship, and, like Sao Paulo's roads, there was no apparent order or theme to things. A one minute walk along a pathway wound through penguins and polar bears, gorillas, forest people, a statue of Neptune, a large statue of Christ, and a saber-tooth tiger about to maul a still smiling early human. Terra Magical's strong suit is its dinosaurs, which were slightly more meticulously researched than the rest. Some were animatronic, in style of 1970s Disneyland, complete with bad audio tracks. The even had a Dino Snack Bar.

The wizard, a key feature of the Forest People section

One of the most accurate models in Terra Magical

Even with captions I still couldn't quite figure out who this was. Not sure how the bear feels about this whole thing

She's pretty happy. What you can't see is that her husband is about to be eaten by a tiger.

Perhaps my favorite part was the deity grotto, where statues of a bunch of deities were arrayed in no particular order, and with no explanation. The grotto was on a road flanked by dinosaurs, just before you get to Indigenous Brazil Land. No signs, no explanation as to what's going on. Just a pre-fab pool, surrounded by stones, with nine gods from different religions having a pool party. Gramado is a very entertaining place to visit, though perhaps not for the intended reasons.