Sweet times in Floripa

For Carol

Carol had birthday so she took her car and drove us all the way down from Ponta Grossa to Floriánopolis paradise.

This 22 years old bitch (at that time ;) was riding like badass during the heavy rain and among all the crazy stupid huge trucks tirelessly competing with each other. Everybody in the car – like three people in total – was hoping that the weather will be much better in our final destination. Some of the cars we met on the way didn‘t even reach their destination that day as they became victims of one of the car crashes caused by the insane truck idiots. Anyway, we had the biggest hardcore chauffeur who brought us safely to the sunny paradise. Yees, all the clouds disappeared by miracle and all we had was sunny, hot weather with salty beach vibe all around. So it wasn’t a fairytale! Floripa really is something so beautiful I had no idea that it exists! GPS took us through the city which looked kind of like another concrete jungle but behind the hill beautiful valley opened in front of us with a lagoon, perfect beaches, sand dunes and green Atlantic forest. Carol tuned the radio by Beach Boys once more while we were trying to find our hostel. And it worth it! Hostel was perfect, with super chilled dude living his dream and a an incredibly hot volunteer Sam from England which was often going for a run without a t-shirt so me and Carol were always ready to wish him and his abs a nice run at the door. We felt in love with him completely plus Carol got crazy about his British accent. Still, I was more in love with José, the guy at the reception cause I just adored his relaxed vibe. He was probably just high but who cares. 

​​After we recovered from the daze we could start enjoying Floripa. For that Carol and Rafael needed tones of bier and a regular dose of ice. So our morning routine for the next days was to buy a big bag of ice for this couple of alcoholics. First day they drank bier on the beach Joaquinha and I joined them right after exploring all the rocsk, huge waves and long beach. After we played with the ball and were the last ones who left the beach. At night we were cooking and chilling in the hostel, Cagol with Rafael were playing guitar and I was vainly trying to sing Bom Brasileiro from Cachorro Grande. Next day I forced both of them to take me to the Tamar project so we spent nice morning educating ourselfs about all Brasilan turtle’s problems. With heads full of environmental issues we shamelessly ate huge amount of seafood at the beach and Carol poured all of her orange juice on her. She got another one for free and she didn’t even have to say that she has birthday!
​In the afternoon I finally took a chance at the beach Barro da Lagoa, rented a board and jumped in the flat ocean which from mine point of view was full of scary waves. Cagol and Rafael jumped on the blanket, kept drinking their bier, felt asleep and got so burned that eventually I looked like a real Brazilian chick and they looked like fucking European tourists. After I went out of the water I said with happy but sad voice: “I didn’t catch any fucking wave!” and they both clinked with their bottles and sad lazily: “It doesn’t matter how good you are, what really matter is how you look at it!” Amazing thoughts they have right? Would be a great deep and inspiring instagram post!

morning duty

Happy tartaruga

Thanks so much for the inspiration guys...

​That night we went to the party on the beach and after that I finally experienced some of the Brazilian guy’s flirting charm. While we were drinking on the terrace I went to put some new music on YouTube. This guy was working in the hostel and while I was writing songs in the search engine he took the keyboard and started to write on his own: “You are so beautiful and have beautiful eyes, I want to marry you and have hundreds of kids with you!” Even my low confidence identified quite quickly this flirting intension but it didn’t let me leave my sarcasm and batted his generous offer by cold comment and devils laugh: “You only think I’m beautiful cause it’s dark!” (And you probably really need to fuck with someone). Heh, not me! I’m in love with relaxed José which doesn’t give a shit about me which is great cause after all I had my relaxed boyfriend on the other side of wide Atlantic ocean. 
Next morning Carol with her favourite Beach Boys screaming „Hawaiii!“ was driving us to the Mole beach. This beach was definitely for locals. After we walked through the beautiful sandy pathway surrounded by palm trees and green forest we entered wide beach full of Brazilian surfers hitting the waves with a real style. No renting, no chance to enter their kingdom so I sat down and watched with respect. 

The roads in Floripa are surrounded by sand boarding spots. I don’t even know if we could have another chance to do this kind of stuff ever again in our lives so me and Carol took this chance seriously. The binding was a bit bigger than necessary but still it reminded a little bit of snowboarding so I rode these sandy waves without a problem. The bigger problem was to climb all the way back up. Carol was super funny trying to ride it, she probably ate a lot of sand. 

sandy mountains

​Floripa is not a place for 3 days, maybe even 1 year wouldn’t be enough. Combination of all the  elements – ocean, forest, sand dunes, lake and great vibes are attracting many people to come back and stay here for long months, years or even start here a new life. Hopefully I will be one of them one day. But before I do so, I need to buy a lot of sun cream for my white Brazilians friends, barrels of bier and a big house for all of us! Cause this time all the crew has to come!  
Thank you Carol from all my heart for this amazing trip and happy birthday! :-D  

​Video where nothing is happening just few shitty videos from our trip puzzled together with our favourite music. Half of the video contains record of thrilling footbal match between Cagol and Rafael.  Miss youuu! ☼♫♥
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