Brody and I escaped to Ubatuba, a city near the coast, known for it's beautiful beaches. After driving 5 hours early on Saturday morning, we made it safely to our hotel.
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Looking back at the hotel from the balcony |
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View across the city from the hotel |
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View from the roof of the hotel |
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Fresh watermelon, papaya, and orange juice |
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Breakfast buffet |
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Silly Plastic Lady hanging out of the window at the hotel |
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Silly Plastic Lady #2 |
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Enjoying Breakfast |
Then, we walked to a popular beach and enjoyed grilled cheese sticks and cocktails.
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Mari and Alwyn! |
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Grilled cheese and sausage on the beach |
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Ready to play football and catch some rays! |
After showering, we enjoyed the view from the balcony and listened to an Evangelical church group march through the street holding candles and singing a hymn in Portuguese. Finally, we walked to a seafood place for dinner.
Sunday morning, we woke up early and drove to a secluded beach thirty minutes from Ubatuba. We basked in the sun, took strolls down the beach and watched paddle boarders get stuck in the water between the beach and a small island close-by.
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Chilled coconut water |
Whoopsie! I forgot to include a knee-slapper story about our drive back... We left Ubatuba at 3pm planning to miss traffic, well, it still took us seven-hours to get back! On top of the one-lane road with unending construction, Alwyn and I had disgusting (blow your nose in the car and cough up mucus) colds. So to give ourselves a break, we stopped at a gas station.
The real bathrooms were inside, but Brody found one outside as well. He nonchalantly walked in to find a trough and one-stall. The stall was being used. So connect the dots... while Brody was relieving himself, a 70-year-old man with a beer belly, t-shirt, and sunga (man-thong swimsuit) came in. He joined Brody at the trough and dropped his sunga! No shy Brazilians in the bathroom here! The real kicker is we had been driving for 5 hours, no beach in sight! (still wearing a sunga?)