As I travel I seek some sense of home. Those local aspects that I sometimes need to scratch hard to find. Caraíva is one of those places as I walk past pousada after pousada on the sandy roads. Then I find the local fruit and veg shops and know I have hit home – away from the overpriced prato do día for 36 reais and rustic yet swanky beach bar at the shore.
By the beach in Brazil
