It's the birthday

This morning, I casually strolled to the buffet and took in everything that looked like breakfast. Then I ordered an Uber – of course, in Brazilian style (slow but unsteady).

We headed down to the beach of Galinhas, where we were gently rocked out to sea in these charming Jangada boats. Then came the great snorkeling: watching fish, touching fish, getting a brief feel of what it's like to be the king of the seas. A true spectacle.

Back on land, we had another drink, basked in the sun a bit, all very professionally relaxed.

We got back into the Uber, this time with a driver who apparently regarded brakes as a rough concept.

Massage? Of course, that fell through again 😂

Food? Communication was about as fluid as a cement mixer – so quickly on to Plan B: scrounged together something edible from the supermarket.

At the end of the day: Netflix, feet up, all is well.

And tomorrow? For a mere 40 euros, a new room right on the beach. Maybe the massage will even work out this time. But who really believes in miracles anymore?