Sunday, March 9, 2014

Jericoacoara

Bond… James Bond.

I felt like I was in the middle of a James Bond movie.  Palm trees, white sand, small bikinis, just missing the license to kill.  And the bloody guy washed up on the beach.  So I guess the picture was missing a lot, but that could be seen as a very good thing.








We spent the whole day at the beach, the morning part in a more popular, classic beach and then after lunch at a beach with beautiful, huge rocks that made a beautiful picture with the waves crashing up against them.  In the first beach, I walked with a good friend through the sand dunes that surrounded the beach, running/falling down them, taking fun pictures and watching a kite surfing lesson.  A little later I walked down to the shoreline by myself.  The beach descends at a very small decline, leaving a lot of the gray, textured sand with only a few inches of water running smoothly over it.  I lied in the shallow, warm beach water and soaked in the sun and amazingness of my situation.  Every few minutes the water would come in and trace my body with the silky, grey sand, support me for a moment, and then pull away back towards the ocean.  I could have stayed there all day.  With just the sound of the waves, a low mumble of Portuguese, and someone’s guitar playing a slightly familiar tune, I felt so recharged and re-centered.  The ocean is my recharge place, it’s my zen. 

Also, I sat on a cactus.  One of those things you just gotta do.  

Later that day, as I said, we went to the second beach, which also looked like it belonged to a movie, but maybe Indiana jones.  Waves crashed against large, jagged rocks, making white foam.  The hike down the cliff was adventurous, being that it was like a sand-slide.  
































































But the dune ride the next day was really what made me feel like Indiana Jones.  Sitting on top of the buggy and screaming as we took the steep dunes down!  I could hear the theme song playing in my head.  At the end of the ride my entire body was covered with a layer of sand and I was washing it out of my hair for days.
There was some Canada v.s. USA rivalry going on…



  I definitely won.

And the last night there was spent watching the sunset from the top of the dune.  






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