Bree arrived the next day and we were off to the beach in minutes. Lucking for us gals, Lucia’s penthouse apartment was a mere block and a half away from the beach in Copa Copbobanaaaaaaaa…go ahead…sign the song…I know you’re itchin’ to…
Unfortunately for me and for anyone within a 10ft vecinity of me...that very same catchy yet miserably cheesy tune was on repeat in my head the entire trip…no actually not the entire time…it was a steady tradeoff between that song and the equally infectious tune “the girl from Ipenema”…die cheesy songs DIE!!!
From that point on the whole trip was a continuous blur of new and exciting experiences. Our days were spent sipping fresh coconut water and partially cooking ourselves on the glorious beach.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah the beach, I thought I’d died and gone to Speedo heaven. That place has got a culture entirely its own. You can get everything you could possible need on the beach from a g-string bikini, to a hair wrap, to a block of fried cheese on a stick, to a heavy dose of sexual harassment…and everything in between!
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