“Beell, Sir?”, the waiter foolishly asks me, not realising one of the most beautiful sunsets I’d ever devoured was currently in progress. I had found one of the most amazing spots in all of Florianopolis, right on the water front, for a casual 4pm late lunch and having tried to consume an overwhelming yet orgasmic Moqueca seafood stew for two, it had taken me well into the golden hour. With a boisterous “One more beer please, my good man!” hurrahed back to him, I returned to soaking up a view worthy of the gods themselves.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
Simon and Garfunkel