So weirdly enough, I really missed staying in a hostel. I love Paulinha's family, I loved staying with her, and it was delightfully cheap (i.e. free), but staying in a hostel you meet so many more people, to the point where you don't tend to get sick of people. Except possibly one of the girls sharing my room right now, who is kind of a... yes. Unpleasant human being.
In any case - I have been back in Florianopolis for almost a week now and I could happily stay for the duration of my trip. Life here is exactly what I wanted out of my trip - laziness in a beautiful setting with plenty of people to hang out with when I want to and places to avoid them (the hammock on the roof) when I don't. I'm wanting to see Foz de Iguacu and Buenos Aires and other places, yeah, but at the moment... all I want to do is sit on my ass on the beach with my book possibly forever.
I could live here. I really could.
peregrinatrix
- eliza
- likes: yogurt, bubble wrap, penguins, words that begin with "thw", taking off, landing, apples, rain, bad fantasy novels, green kleenex, cheap champagne, bonfires, external hard drives, gerbera daisies, pencils, 20p coins, silk, cover songs, instant chemistry, duvets, latin obscenity, couches, boom de yada, head massages, summer
dislikes: american beer, professor umbridge, soap operas, bad directions, screaming children, screaming parents, tomatoes, clocks that show the wrong time, nouned verbs, brain cancer, expectations, laundry, deep fried mars bars, horror movies, undercooked bacon, the zombie apocalypse
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