Nay catching some late afternoon rays in Armação.
Campeche.
Hooray for natural foods!
Lagoa
Jorge or "Georgie" and Nay.
Tough girl with bike.
Thankfully the sun came out again once we were 20 hours further south on the island of Florianópolis which I've heard described as Southern California in the 1960s, "discovered but still uncrowded." Linnea and I stayed in Campeche- the alternative/ hippy outpost on the island with Grazielle (someone Linnea met via couch surfing- don't ask) and her family. We rented bikes for all five days we were there and spent our first full day chasing after Georgie, a fellow Californian who is a friend of Gra's. One things we couldn't figure out about Georgie was his name. He looks about the farthest thing from a "Georgie." We came to discover his real name is Jorge but since Brazilians add an "e" to the end of everything, everyone there knows him as Georgie. I have gotten so accustomed to introducing myself as "Colleen-e" that I often forget to say the correct pronunciation when meeting other foreigners and have kind of grown fond of the Brazilian version. Anyhoo, Georgie is a documentary film maker/ personal trainer/ has lived just about everywhere in the world and we had a lot of fun having him as our tour guide. We spent a good part of the day trying to act like pedaling halfway around the island and up some serious inclines was no big deal. Nay and I passed the ensuing days biking to places that seemed close on the map but were actually quite far, scoping out the surf, and attempting to replenish our past two and half months that had been seriously lacking in the consumption of anything green. Floripa is said to be the most health, eco-conscious place in Brazil and it showed- the beaches were clean and there was an abundance of small health food restaurants/markets dotting the island. It was the kind of place that made me very apprehensive about moving to a big city... I could have easily been swayed to stay for awhile.
