Hotel Lagoa e Mar
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
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... things, and came back to a warm welcome. It felt great to be comfortable where I was after getting off a bus for once. To makes matters even better, Paulo's mother was at his place helping him move to his new apartment, which is right across the street. She is a funny lady with a lot of spunk and insisted I only talk in Portuguese. She have me some watermelon when I first arrived and then the best pat of the morning for me occurred. ...
... I asked if he played and he replied, "um poquito," so I handed him the guitar. Nothing special but I could feel his heart connecting with the music and it didn't matter how technically good he was or wasn't, it just sounded like passion, which was pretty cool. I talked broken Spanish with him and caught maybe 20% of what he said in Portuguese. His name is George. George was getting cold (felt like summer to me) and said he needed to go soon. I asked if he could find me some MJ ...
... t raining, so we went to the beach. We walked along the beach drinking coconut water from the coconuts and taking in the scenery until we settled near the famous lighthouse in Bahia. I think I spent about two hours swimming and diving in and it of the big waves in the hot waters of Salvador. It was by far the best ocean experience of my life... Until I timed a dive badly and landed in the sand instead of the ocean and scraped up my side. Needless to ...
... got ready to go out to Lala Gallery. Lala gallery was very cool! When I walked in, I felt like I was in an Austin powers movie mixed with hipster Brooklyn and the Radio Bean in Burlington. Everyone was dressed in crazy hipster clothes and had ridiculous haircuts and seemed too cool for school. The music was really cool Balkan music played by a DJ. There were tables set up from some hippie baker who was selling her goods and giving free samples. Everything was ...
... were probably about ten percent of the crowd, went wild. As did everybody else!
By the time the final whistle blew, so the wind had blown away the rain. The now thinning crowd provided a great opportunity for nature's natural blow-dry. A beautifully warm wind, of the kind rarely felt in England. I went from soaked to damp in matter of minutes. I had an idea of which hostel I wanted to stay in but had decided not to book in order to retain flexibility ...