After arriving in Salvador, Brazil, fresh from the Nomad Cruise, I knew I wanted to spend a few days immersed in the culture and history of this vibrant city. Salvador is a place where every corner tells a story. Its colorful streets carry both joy and the weight of a complex past. Exploring Pelourinho’s historic architecture and feeling the energy of Afro-Brazilian culture opened my eyes and heart to Salvador’s resilience and richness.
After a few days in the city’s rhythm, I needed a change of pace. Morro de São Paulo, a sandy island paradise just a ferry ride away, called my name. Escaping to an island full of sun, sea, and peace felt perfect after the buzz of the cruise and Salvador’s streets.
Morro de São Paulo: A Week in Paradise… Almost
Getting to Morro de São Paulo by ferry was an adventure in itself. The shimmering waters had me excited for the week ahead—a tropical island surrounded by nature and serenity. Many familiar faces from the cruise decided to join, so it felt like an extension of our journey. We were all drawn to this sandy haven.
Morro de São Paulo didn’t disappoint. The island’s beauty is undeniable—golden beaches, crystal-clear waters, and a laid-back vibe. It invites you to slow down and soak in the moment. Açaí became my daily treat, a perfect escape from the heat and sun. Paradise was all around me.
But as magical as the island was, it had its challenges. Morro de São Paulo is small, and with many cruise friends joining, it was hard to find personal space. Every restaurant had a familiar face. Every street corner felt like a mini-reunion. While I loved the shared joy, there were moments when I longed for solitude—to reflect and just be.
Lessons in Solitude and Seasickness
If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that paradise is still paradise—but solitude is necessary. No matter how beautiful the surroundings, I realized I needed time for myself. I found quiet corners of the beach to breathe and reflect. It’s funny how too much familiarity can make you crave space, even in paradise.
And then came the ferry ride back.
Now, here’s the thing—after working on cruise ships for over seven years, I thought I could handle any seasickness. I was wrong. The ferry ride back to Salvador was the worst. I’d never been so seasick in my life. The waves tossed the small ferry, and my stomach couldn’t take it. There’s something humbling about feeling so vulnerable at sea, especially after thinking you can handle anything. Lesson learned: just because you’ve spent time at sea doesn’t mean you won’t get seasick.
Looking Ahead: Iguazu Falls Awaits
Leaving Morro de São Paulo, I felt a mix of gratitude and excitement. This trip reminded me of two important things: even in paradise, we need space to recharge, and nature has a way of humbling us, no matter how experienced we are.
Now, the next adventure awaits—Iguazu Falls. I’ve heard so much about this breathtaking wonder, and I can’t wait to experience it. Stay tuned for the next chapter in this unforgettable journey!
