Where next? Home is where your heart is ...

PRAIA DO AMOR

October days are short in Brazil. Sun falls down at six. Tiasha was staying in Pipa, a surfing resort near Natal.There was no sign of tourist rush. She was the only person staying in the attic dorm with balcony. If you travel alone, the privacy means a luxury to you, so she enoyed the rest of her trip drinking quiet morning coffees and swinging in hammock in the evenings.

She followed the motto of Carpe Diem! Every day she got up early and had breakfast at the beach. Every day she picked another one. In this area there was plenty of them. Pipa coastline is majestic! Bays are separated by peninsulas. They end with sharp cliff and view point. The most picturesque surface is around the corner. The slope is made of bright stone shelves. Reddish soil is sliding down the hill. White rocks suddenly change their shape into dark cones, which, closer to the sea, break into rocks. It was the last day of her trip, that's why she was amazed by these contrasts even more.

Brazilian flag was floating in the wind at the beach named Amor. Tiasha knew someone had to be there, but she didn't see anybody when she got there. She sat down next to the wooden sculptures and old surfboards. Soon, she heard a whistle. After a month of travel she was already used to the Brazilians who whistle when they want to say hello. A black man came out of the bush and brought her a little yellow flower. She asked him to put flower through her ear hole, like he did to himself. Aché, as he introduced himself to her, owned a hidden beach house.

She could relax in the company of a friendly stranger. She has become an expert in imitation of Portuguese. Even if she didn't know the language, their conversation wasn't borring at all.
In order to fill the silence, he listed the colors of the Brazilian flag.
- Brasil.Verde e amarelo. Eslovenia?
- Eslovenia. Vermelho, azul e ... white.
- Branco, he translated.
He hoped they would meet again.
- Tomorrow, surf? Aqui? he invited her.
She said the rocks were too perigroso for unexperienced surfers like her.
He nodded and smiled to her. He realised his heart was beating faster in her company.
- Tomorrow, home. Europa, she explained.
After that she noticed bitterness in his smile.

She left with low tide. An empty coconut was the only thing she left behind. She drank the coco water and cut the white part out of it. She did something similar to his heart. He felt empty after she left. He stared to the sand until the waves hid her foot prints.