Peace, Quiet And Turtles

There is something about realizing on any given Tuesday that you can't remember the last time you properly slept since the Friday past, which might possibly affect you in a negative way. The remnants of soft, glittery Carnaval left nothing but an aged white corpse that was my reflection, and a few bumps and bruises including a cut on my foot. Indeed, Carnaval took a bit more out of one than was expected. Now my friends, what else was there to do but flee north, to Salvador? Located on the northeast coast of Brazil, the city of Salvador is known as Brazil's capital of happiness. It is the wealthiest city in Brazil's northeast, third in population size behind Sao Paulo and Rio, as well as being the second most popular tourist destination, behind only Rio. My dears, we had gone to Salvador with the hopes indeed of resting, but of also seeing a few things. However once it became apparent that the place in which we chose to rest our weary heads was a bit secluded, located an hour outside of town, things suddenly became a bit more difficult. Not to mention the cut on my foot had become slightly debilitating, which I will not deem any further details. However it forbade me from swimming, demanded explicitly by the doctor to keep it clean and dry for 5 days. Just to be clear, that's swimming I said. Like, beaches you know? And so, aside from being bound to my bed, any type of chair and/or stationary instrument of stability for what seemed 5 decades, folks, there was nothing to do but quite obviously pile up in a van with all the other old aged people who have nothing ahead of them, and visit the endangered turtle conservation. The place had been all a-rave by the people at the front desk, I couldn't find a reason not to go. To all you turtle lovers out there, they are cute don't get me wrong. Just quite possibly, a bit more uninteresting and you might find me dead on the floor from boredom. As always, whenever activity goes down the quality of your tan goes way up. Let's not forget this one key element, so crucial to life on earth. And so, forced back to the ground in which she came from and to sit by a pool in which she cannot enter, see beaches she cannot go, and tours she cannot participate in, the sleep and rest so desperately needed had been forced upon her and her ever so lovely, Matt. However, what came next was bound to quite possibly erase the entire recovery process, twice over. Miss Bailey