Sometimes in life, things just fall into place … if you let them. Remaining positive always seems to pay off in the end. These notions seem that much more present whilst traveling. The general plan was to remain in Floripa for about a week, surfing and shooting every day, exploring different beaches, hiking and enjoying all there is to be discovered on this beautiful island. Well, the Universe had other plans in store, as it rained all day every day for eight out of the ten days we remained there.
One afternoon there happened was a break in the weather, so we set out to take a quick walk to the natural pools. The owner of our hostel recommended the hike, and I am oh so grateful he did! I wasn’t expecting much, it being right in our own backyard, the sky was also overcast and gray; not ideal for photos. The 15 minute walk ended being more like a half an hour and was the muddiest, most slippery hike I have ever experienced. Not realizing what we were in for, we struggled up and down the flooded dirt path in flip-flops, until we gave up and proceeded shoeless. We ran through the jungle-esque landscape like little liberated tarzan ladies in bikinis and bare feet, a race against time to beat the sunset and to not be left on rugged terrain with no light. The views were stunning, and the gods smiled down on us as the clouds parted, providing a beautiful and memorable sunset.
Only minutes after arriving back at the hostel, it began to rain again; all I could do was smile. Despite the lack of exploring accomplished, we had a wonderful time in Florianópolis. The rain meant more down time, but also more time to get to know all the amazing people we met. We had rainy porch barbecues with the locals, learned how to dance Forró in a more tolerable climate, and were that much more grateful for the few sunny days we did spend at the beach.