Atlantic sunrise, rolling waves, first shore
Arriving in Rio de Janeiro on a winter’s night, waking to a summer breeze… The sun rises over the Atlantic, casting light on Copacabana’s rolling waves, tiny bikinis everywhere, the scent of fresh coconut mingling with the salty air. An immense Christ looking down seems to wish us a safe journey ahead. Moving along the Atlantic coast, we stroll through the old pirate town of Paraty, where Portuguese history still lives in cobbled streets and colonial façades. On to Ilha Bela, watching the Brazilian shoreline from an island’s perspective. Then Santos, where Pelé once worked his magic on the football field. Finally, arriving in Florianópolis — Floripa to insiders — golden beaches stretch endlessly, an island of ultimate beauty in the Atlantic Ocean.
