Sailing Through Time: A Nostalgic Journey in Paraty’s Bay
Drawn by tales of the enchanting Bay of Paraty, I embarked on a boat tour that promised a day of exploration and tranquility. Join me as I recount the unforgettable journey aboard the Pura Vida.
Setting Sail on the Pura Vida
As I stepped aboard the Pura Vida, a sense of nostalgia washed over me, reminiscent of the leisurely train journeys I so adore. The boat, with its spacious deck and inviting atmosphere, promised a day of exploration and tranquility. Our skippers, Iris and her husband, greeted us with warm smiles, their passion for the sea evident in every word they spoke.
The Bay of Paraty unfolded before us, a vibrant tapestry of azure waters and lush greenery. As we set sail, the gentle rocking of the boat mirrored the rhythmic clatter of train wheels, a comforting reminder of my many travels across Europe. The sun cast a golden glow over the bay, and I found myself lost in the beauty of the moment, much like the scenic vistas from a train window.
Discovering Hidden Gems
Our first stop was Vermelha Beach, a secluded paradise with crystal-clear waters that beckoned us to dive in. The beach, with its soft sands and inviting waves, was a perfect spot for a leisurely swim. As I floated in the warm embrace of the sea, memories of sun-drenched afternoons on the French Riviera came flooding back, a testament to the timeless allure of slow travel.
Next, we ventured to Lula Beach, where the white sands and vibrant nature provided a picturesque backdrop for our adventures. Snorkeling among the schools of fish, I felt a childlike wonder, akin to discovering a hidden gem along a forgotten railway line. The underwater world was a kaleidoscope of colors, each fish a fleeting glimpse of the beauty that lay beneath the surface.
A Journey Through Time
Our final destination was Ilha do Mantimento, a place steeped in history and charm. The island, with its ancient castle and resident turtle, felt like a step back in time, much like the historic train stations I often find myself drawn to. As we explored the island, I couldn’t help but feel a connection to the past, a reminder of the enduring magic of travel.
As the day drew to a close, we sailed back to Paraty, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The Pura Vida glided through the water, a vessel of memories and dreams. This journey, much like my beloved train travels, was a celebration of the beauty of the world and the joy of discovery. I left the boat with a heart full of gratitude, eager to share this unforgettable experience with you, my dear readers.