I'm in water-logged island paradise state capital Florianopolis. I searched around for an apartment here, but all my threads frayed, so I'm headed to Porto Alegre today. Last night, we went to a sweet-if-corporate club. It had about six suited guards at every door, an incredible light, sound, and fog system, a pay-by-scan-code system, and a crummy second DJ. And we had an ESFP from Montreal with us, so it was bound to be fun.
Today was the first day I've seen the sun here, so I headed to the lake in the middle of the island-- Lagoa da Conceição, the Lake of Making Babies. The main nightlife-centered village there is built on a sandbar that extends across the middle of the lake (are you getting the picture-perfectness of all this?). Needing to get away from the glamor, I headed out on the mountainous sandbar, and before long the only tracks in the sand were mine and those of some clawed jaguar-sized beast. It was very Sahara.
|Parada Gay in Copacabana|
|Jardin Botanica, in Curitiba|
|Museu Oscar Neimeyer Architecture|
|Art in the Museu|
|The Opera da Amare|
|Memorial da Imigração Ucraniana|