A day along the beach...

So... to start out, to hell with this blog site, or maybe to hell with these Brazilian keyboards. I was just about to finish this day on the blog and it all got erased. But alas, I am trying to get over the aspect of loss. Feeling as though I was someone special for losing things set me back many a years....

And to start again...

We woke up early, like before 11a.m. We headed east along the beach we called home. We made our way along the beach until we came upon a little river that lead into the ocean where babies fell down and floated into one another. They liked it, don´t worry. We continued along a red, clay path of earth that held our foot prints. We descended a path that lead to a secluded beach that was practically for ourselves. There were two other people there, opposed to the two thousand people that were at the beach we had just come from. I went snorkeling with the tools we brought, and then everyone else followed into the reef. I retreated and found a throne of my own to look out and act like a lizard.

We left and kept heading east on the same clay road until we found a brick road that lead to the next town and into the beach. We found a snack stand where most all of us got an ice cream or something freakin tasty. I had a chocolate ice cream cone. And then it was time to embarass all of the locals.

It was like my birthday all over again. Luckily I had a photographer to capture the purity of my expression. I coated my celestial sandpaper with the exfoliating medium at hand. I was a natural art piece without any inhibitions. I was meant to inspire, but I believe that the masses didn´t understand what I was going for. My honesty was unseen, and so we left that modest beach.

We headed back to our home and caught the sun setting on the bay of our proclaimed home. It was shimmering like a new born baby. We got back in need of several coconuts. I came across a woman named Ivana who had several planks of jewelry that she had made of feathers and beads and glass and found objects and more. I could no longer follow Karin and Josh for the coconuts. I sat with her in the sand and tried to understand what she said in Portuguese. We sat there in the sand for some time just sitting and looking at the waves and at her jewelry, which was so wonderful. Tyler, you would be in love with her style. She had just recently recieved chemotheropy and she was still weak, but she was remarkably joyous. Before I even communicated to her that I wanted to buy one of her earings for Jalie, she gave me something to wear around my neck. Her boyfriend, Fernando, came along to join us, as we all ended up sitting in the sand together. They tried to teach me some more Portuguese. Ivana left to get some fruit, and then she came back soon after. We all went to a local bar where Fernando bought the two of us a couple big beers to share. While we sat there in the open aired bar, Ivana´s youngest son came along with his friends on bikes. They were 14 year old beach punks looking to stay out past curfew, so it seemed to me. I couldn´t really understand, but I think that the body language and the tone of voice at that age and for that reason are pretty much universal. It seemed like he was going to stay out as late as he wanted once he took off on his bike. So we took off to our my compound to get some money and so we could meet up with Josh and Karin.

They thought that I had gotten lost on the beach. Really? Me? Lost? ON A BEACH? What? Am I a first time traveler? NO. If I got lost on a beach, I would not be me. We all met up as they were on their ´rescue Macon´outreach program, and we got stoned looking at the water.

We headed back to the compound and said good bye to my new friends. We took off to Sao Paulo a little after sun set. We got home and Karin went to sleep, since she had to teach early. Josh and I had broke into my duty free bottle of Jameson and stayed up laughing quietly into the night.