Sunday, April 4, 2010

Torres 2: Tatuira

I've never been much of an ocean-girl. I mean, it's big, it's neat, pretty, yadda yadda yadda... but it's salty. And it's mysterious, in a potentially bad way. (I have a somewhat-irrational fear of encountering dead people in large bodies of water.) I grew up near fresh water lakes which were largely seaweed and dead-body-free. In fact, until this year, I've only swum in the ocean a few times.

In February, though, my perfect week in Punta del Diablo* went a long way toward converting me into an ocean lover.

Then, a few weeks ago, I headed back to Torres in the good company of Eliana, Adriana, and Ivan. Suddenly, I find myself wondering what the bleep I was thinking choosing an inland city in a country that boasts (roughly) 1,243 miles of diverse and distinguished beaches, pra caralho.

Anyway, the weather was beautiful. The fried lula (calamari) and siri na casca (like crab cakes) were delectable and the maracujá (passion fruit) caipirinhas, a bit dangerous.

I discovered some very cool living things, like tatuira (mole crab).

Watch the sand closely and you'll see them...
...just before they become frutas de mar for another hunter.

Despite my clear preference for the tatuira, I also befriended these tiny mollusks that looked just like chicken hearts, and ghost crabs, which we hunted and theorized about one afternoon as if we were Animal Planet documentarians.

Honestly, I floated in the foamy water and played in the sand (with my tiny new friends) for ages--delighting in being eight years old again.
Hmm. Sea food-for-thought: Recife in eight weeks.

My life rulz.
Loquinha Prainha

* Speaking of Punta del Diablo, I amended this post with a fun video of IvanOne.