9 January 2014Let's take a moment to talk about talking. Brazilians speak Portuguese. I do not speak Portuguese. I was going to learn before our trip there in 2016, but there was just no time before the 2014 trip. We figured my Spanish would be enough for us to get by, and we were mostly correct. It even became a fun game; what does it take to make this Spanish word a Portuguese word? Eventually I found a sign that symbolizes some of my annoyance with the language.
Hey there Brazil,
No one is going to think less of you if you adopt a more common language. I get that it's "cool" to be different. But you're alienating yourself. You can't even talk to your neighboring countries. I'm not saying they're talking about you behind your back, but they might be. You wouldn't even know.
Obviously you can't change your culture. We're beyond that. But this - this "feliz natal" - is just not okay. It's weird. And, um, I just want you to know what no one has been willing to tell you to your face.
But I love your country and plan to use my visa multiple times before it expires.
Our last day was spent walking the streets, again. We really had seen all there was to see. The non-boating option would have been to hike to one of the other beaches. Ang never really presented that as an option and I don't think I would have been enthused to hike in a remote Brazilian jungle. I've seen movies.
The Aquaholic came back to get us and we returned to the same transfer point we'd used when arriving from Rio. Instead of going back north to Rio, we continued south to Paraty. The trip was uneventful. The shuttle bus dropped us off at our hotel and though we were back in a more urban area (read: roads / cars), the hotel seemed remote in the most relaxing way possible.
10 January 2014As with all of our Brazilian days, our agenda was to walk and explore. Paraty is not a beach town, so we did wear actual clothes and went on our way. Our hotel was about a mile outside of town, but we'd been walking miles and miles each day, so it didn't seem significant.
|In hindsight, we should have just stayed where we were.|
At this point, we were about an hour into our day and I was extremely miserable. I thought it wasn't noticeable, but in my misery, I was uncharacteristically silent.
"You're quiet."Ang did plan the entire trip. I agreed to that because it honestly didn't matter to me. At the same time, the old section of Paraty was full of white buildings without context. I could see the area as a photographer's dream but also as a curious tourist's nightmare. There were cobblestone streets that were slippery underneath my Havianas. It was unreasonably hot and just all around not that interesting to me. We had traveled thousands of miles and taken thousands of pictures but it wasn't until the streets of Paraty that I found my limit. Ang was happy and I didn't want to ruin that. But I couldn't bring myself up to her level.
"Ang. I'm about to get my period. It's gotta be 100 degrees. I think I rolled my ankle. And I don't know what I'm even looking at. This might be my own personal version of hell."
"That's all the thanks I need for planning this entire trip."
"That's why I was quiet."
I think another part of my issue with Paraty was that it seemed to be a low income area. I'm really opposed to poor people tourism. It's what's kept me out of the Caribbean. The whole "look at what the natives do to survive and be sure to tip" idea does not sit well with me. I saw Paraty as kind of worn down. Outside of the vibrantly painted old town, I saw it as a small town with working class people trying to survive around a misplaced tourism industry. I saw Paraty as a place that was trying to hold on to a (literally) brighter past. I could be wrong, but once I had that idea, I couldn't get rid of it.
We went back into town for dinner at a delicious Italian restaurant. (I am just now realizing how much Italian food we ate while in South America.) We stopped along the way to have a drink and befriend a stray dog. We discussed our real life problems over caipirinhas and came up with acceptable solutions.
Paraty at night was pretty and significantly more palatable for me. There was live music and the food was delicious. Still, we were subdued because the trip was coming to an end. And even though we had another excursion planned, the countdown clock had started.