Tuesday, April 26, 2011

On Rainy Days in Tropical Beaches

Just the other day I was defending sunny days and blue skies to Miranda, who feels like they create too much pressure to go out and seize the day.  She prefers overcast without the threat of rain.  No surprise - she lived many years in Washington state where the sun is a semi-mythological entity.

After Miranda and I said our goodbyes in Salvador with promises of a New Years reunion in Vegas (any takers?), I headed south to my old 'hood: Ilheus.  Well, I was born 20 minutes northwest of Ilheus, but the beaches of Ilheus were where I honed my crab-eating and wave jumping skills.  This was also where the wedding I was going to was taking place.  Before the madness began, though, I resolved to spend at least a couple of days on my own at a little lodge on a hill overlooking the water.
After the rain clouds cleared.

My parents met me at the airport and we met up with our family friends (including bride and groom) before having dinner by the sea.  My parents informed me that it's been raining cats and dogs, which could put a damper on my dreams of long walks on the beach and brushing up on my wave jumping.  Nevertheless, there's something about watching the rain come in over the sea and hearing the cacophony of tropical rainstorms that suited my need for some down time.  I read an excellent book (Brazil on the Rise: The Story of a Country Transformed), which was all the more fun to read while in Brazil, and enjoyed some quiet time with no obligations other than refilling my coffee.















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