I couldn’t resist. I bought the Brazilian beach uniform: a new bikini, the Brazilian kind with a true thong back. It doesn’t get any tinier. I paired it with Havaianas sandálias, the famous flip-flop sandals everybody is crazy about. In Rome….
Look, I’m not delusional about my body type. But for once, my butt will get tan. Ah. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to wear this bikini in any other country…
We chose to show some skin at Praia de Moçambique, the longest stretch of sand in Ilha de Santa Catarina. As usual, most of the crowd was gathered around the bars and restaurants where the town meets the beach—a sea of plastic tables and chairs, a faint smell of beer in the air. We walked a bit further and secured a nice spot of white sand. Perfect.
“Okay, I’m going to walk!” I announced.
“Juliette… this beach is long.”
Walking barefoot and butt naked along an empty beach is very relaxing and liberating. I recommend it to anyone. Just don’t forget to bring drinks, like I did. And don’t lose your lighter in the sand. And put sunscreen on. Okay, don’t be me.
I walked as far as I could, then I walked back, toward the crowd and the party. An empty beach is a treat, a packed one can be fun as well and we spent a few hours listening to the music, munching on sweet bread and corn and listening to Mark getting mad at the sea because the waves kept on destroying his castles.
The water was warm and shallow, the sand was warm and the weather was great.
Go ahead, hate me. It was just that perfect!