Florianópolis: Where the Heat Meets the Sea (And My Hair Is Definitely Having a Moment)

so here's the deal: it's...there right now. i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. 31.49°c, feels like a sauna with a side of humidity that's basically a wet hug. the air is thick enough to swim in, honestly. if you get bored, [cities] are just a short drive away, but honestly, why leave when you can sweat it out on the beach? someone told me that the local café has the best coffee, but only if you know the secret handshake. i heard that the hostel is haunted by a ghost who loves bad karaoke. seriously, ask around.

*gear list (because i'm a digital nomad, duh):
- a hat that's seen better days
- sunscreen that smells like coconut dreams
- a laptop that's probably overheating
- a notebook filled with half-baked ideas

pro-tip: if you're planning to explore, check out [TripAdvisor link for local tours]. they have some weird stuff.

overheard gossip: the beach bar near the hostel? apparently, the owner's cat runs the place. true story.

local review: 'the food is amazing, but the service is slower than a sloth on a Sunday.' - drunk advice from a local.

map time:

image chaos:

final thought*: embrace the sweat. it's just water, right? right.