Hotel Ibis Florianopolis
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As we arrived into Florianopolis everyone was ecstatic with the fantastic weather. To get into Florianopolis we had to travel across the water on a bridge which was engineered to look like a miniature version of the golden gate in San Francisco. As soon as the bus parked up I was eager to get off and into the sunshine! It turned out that our hostel was in a coastal area called Barra which was at the tip of Florianopolis. As we are now a big group the taxis ...
So I love Brazil. It is beautiful. The Portuguese is a struggle, it's very frustrating not being able to communicate. I just switch to Spanish as at least it's more similar to English. People keep asking if I'm from Uruguay or Argentina. So it's fun to turn around and say no England! I arrived after a really good bus trip, although I got a migraine on the bus so I popped some pills and slept. I felt a bit dead the day I arrived because of ...
... I'll never forget. I also bumped into one of the Aussie girls I trekked to Machu Picchu with! Haven't seen her for over two months - weird. After spending another day relaxing in the scorching heat of Iguazu and being eaten alive by the mozzies, I caught another long old bus to Florianopolis, a gorgeous island off Southern Brazil, where I'm writing from now. Crossing the border to Brazil was surprisingly simple - the taxi driver took my passport ...
... 500m down the main road. Instantly we passed him our bag of booze and truly ran to the restaurant, skirts, flip flops, sweating and all.
This sushi (and crepe) restaurant was a family run business and our savior, if only our order could be understood. Language barriers were at their max as we cautiously but hangrily ordered something of a Japanese cuisine and a chocolate crepe. The crepe was delicious as expected and smiles had suddenly covered our faces, but were ...
... this guy asked me if I was happy and I was like meh. And somehow that turned into, if 'my religion' was correct and 'my God' was true, then why was I unhappy? And that really made me think. But I have come to the conclusion, that I am human. Which is absolutely great. And I feel really sorry for anyone who feels like they 'should be' happy at all times, cuz that sounds miserable and impossible. What I love about Jesus is that He doesn't want me to ...