How does one say goodbye to white powdery sand and crystal clear blue waters where waves roll across the horizon like a flock of birds migrating south. 

How does one part with a place where more good food was consumed in 10 days than in the entire 7 weeks I spent through Bolivia and Peru?

  The answer is difficultly.  Goodbye Florianopolis, even with your tardy laundry service and your overpriced internet I have not a bad word to say about my fortnight with thee.


All good things come to an end.  After 2 weeks of living the total beach life, my vacation inside my holiday, came to an end.  Leaving Florianopolis to finally head north and explore the rest of Brasil was something put off 3 times but nevertheless was necessary.  Sometimes when travelling you have to appreciate that you have had a good thing and just be prepared to live with the memory.  Always the best way to remember things, but always sad to let it go at the time.

What am I talking about?  I am in Rio de Janiero now, so I really cant complain.