The Date

Well now, let's see, where were we? Oh yes. Brazil. Now, the name of this island is called Florianopolis. This island with a population of about 1, 000 000 people, is composed of 42 lovely beaches and is a large centre for surf activity in Brazil. On the west side of the island we have the Atlantic Ocean, with a canal leading inland from the ocean to a large lagoon in the centre. It's bloody gorgeous. Florianopolis has been called one of the ten most dynamic cities in the world, was named the party destination of the year in 2009 and has been known to have a very high quality of life. Many Brazilian publications have named it the best place to live in Brazil. With this said I would like to emphasize, once again, that there are 42 different beaches. Not all are your everyday normal beaches. If there is nothing else I have learned from my time here, it is that nearly every beach has its own style. I would ask that you keep this in mind as we continue. Being a bit fond of Matt, I had thought that a nice day out together might be appropriate. Like, a date you could call it. Folks, I wanted to do something nice for this young man, I just wanted to surprise him. Maybe hike up and see a fantastic view of the island without him knowing where we were going. Simple, yes? Let's get on the bus. About ten minutes past our first stop, I realize that well, we were about ten minutes past our first stop. I guess I just found myself thinking that where we were going was where I thought we were going, but where we were really going, wasn't where we wanted to be going at all. That would have been alright, except that Matt was hungry. We have now backtracked, are at the right beach now, but Matt is a little irritated. I had planned to be at a specific restaurant at a specific time at this specific beach, one which I knew he would love, so all was well. We just need to walk there, it will be fine. But the bus has dropped us off just far enough from our original point, that I didn't know how get there. Shall we walk a bit further? Twenty minutes? Thirty? Alright, we found it! Except that well, it's closed. Matt is not a happy camper. That's ok, we can eat over here, yes? Matt, are you ok? Come on, we are at the beach, the sun is shining, let's just got for a swim! We can just put our towels over here, some sunscreen on, why don't we walk around and take some pictures? Great. Well, yes I had been to this specific beach before, but only for a moment. There was a rather important piece of information about this beach that I had not realized.. "Bailey? Why are those men staring at me? There are so many, and in tight speedos no less. And, why are they all in such big groups together? And smiling at me, and.. holding hands? Bailey?! For our date you brought me to a gay beach?!" Um. Ok, why don't we just get to the hiking part? Matt has asked quite a few times if I even have any idea where we are anymore. Yes Matt, just up around this bend I swear. We just need to walk through this other beach, and then we are at the entrance to start hiking. Then everything will be all better. There was just one word I forgot to add before the word 'beach.' "Bailey, this has to be one of the nicest beaches I've ever been! I'm so happy you took me here! Wait. Why are all these fat old men naked?" Nude beach. That was the word I forgot. Nude. Matt, let's just get to the entrance so we can start hiking, I swear it will be worth it. Look away, look away.. Let's just walk past these fat naked men taking photos of eachother. We are now hiking. Great. What Matt? You want some water? Let me just look in my bag. Um. I don't have any. Let's just keep walking for 2 more hours in this sweltering day, 40 degrees, the fact that you might die of heat-exhaustion and dehydration could be viewed as a good thing, considering what you have just seen. We are at the top, Hallelujah. Now Bailey, whatever we do, wherever we go I appreciate the effort you put into doing nice things for me, really I do. I've never had someone put such an effort into one day, and all just for me. But, in the future maybe try just a little less effort, because I think next time, you might actually kill me. Happy Valentines Day! Little Miss Cupid.