As tempting as it is to spend the day migrating from hammock to beach and swirling a caipirinha with your finger, I felt my New York friends were craving a bit of camera-around-the-neck tourism (and local shopping). So we headed out on a day trip to the port/colonial town of Paraty, with a pit-stop off the highway to buy some goods from local weavers.
It happened to be my longest day away from Georgia. I'd forgotten how focused one can get when shopping for handcrafts, how valuable girl time can be, and why you should only eat fish when you can dangle your big toe in the water.
Nice.
amazing picks!! I'll show you mine from freezing Cape Cod... big kiss and feliz ano novo.
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