The morning drives allow me some time to reminisce. This morning was so clear, the skies were blue, the air was crisp and there wasn't much traffic heading north. I have a box full of old tapes I just can't get rid of... and once in while, I bring a few to listen to in the car. Today was Charly Garcia and some of the old Beatles songs I used to listen that summer in Brazil... The music brought me back!!!
I was 15 and it was the last summer before I moved to the U.S. (the first time around). I think I've already written about this trip briefly in past posts but I had so much fun and so many wonderful things happened to me that summer that I will always cherish the memories.
Starting from the road trip from Buenos Aires to Uruguay and then Santa Catarina... the bridge that takes you to the island of Florianopolis. I went with Francine, my best friend at the time, Romina and Luciana. We rented a house that had a private beach and hammocks. We would wake up every morning and walk down to the beach, lay out, swim, walk, read, talk and talk some more. We would sometimes walk to the small downtown and walk around the shops, buy beer, laugh and scheme the night.
I spent three months in Florianopolis pretty much doing nothing other than going to the beach every day, eating seafood and drinking fruit juices, sleeping in the afternoon, showering with cold water to cool off from the sun, kissing boys, dancing, swimming at night, exploring. It was my summer out of a book.