The log of one man's quest for wind and sunshine

Jeri, Jericoacoara

Jericoacoara is not the most practical place to live by western standards.  There’s no ATM in town.  Gasoline comes out of a two-liter Coke bottle.  Any distance covered on foot is an automatic workout as you have to tread through ankle-deep soft-sand.  But you can get everything you need — the sun is plentiful, cold agua de coco is on hand just about any where you need it,  açaí is available most times of day, and you can shake a leg pretty much every night of the week.  I could keep going on, but I think you’ll get the picture…

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3 responses

  1. Marshall Davidson

    It’s good to keep hearing from you and living vicariously through your pictures and descriptions. Aren’t you getting close to going to Belgium?

    September 1, 2010 at 3:47 pm

  2. Barbara Cook

    So where is Jabicocoa???? Looks just like Cuba…

    September 2, 2010 at 2:51 pm

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