I am at Tartaruga Beach, one of twenty beaches on the Buzios peninsula. In Brazil, going to the beach is the raison d’ etre - everything is planned around it - and so when in Rome…
The long curved sliver of sand is lined with chaises, umbrellas, and vendors who stand with their wares waiting for today’s tourists to be unloaded from the boats pulling into the cove.
I sit at my laptop placed atop a plastic table under a beach umbrella, and as silly as this looks, out here where people don