Time stops in Florianopolis - at least for us.
It's a tiny Brazilian island off the Atlantic coast. And after months of three-nights-here, three-nights-there travel through South America, it felt darn good to plant roots and live in a single place for an entire week.
Upon arriving we were greeted by a local man who may or may not have been drinking (it was around 1PM at this point). He showed us a few apartments. We chose one, made a trip to the grocery store, and then surfed. Built sand castles. Visited a turtle museum.
We even took a class in Capoeira, which can best be described as karate to the beat of music. (Always more fun to kick someone's ass to a beat.)
