We were about halfway through our 3 week honeymoon in South America. So far, so good. Err...except for the rain and bumpy roads in Paraty, Brazil. But other than that, Dylan and I were having a blast on our trip.
We were eager for some true rest and relaxation, so we headed to the quiet white sanded beaches in Florianopolis, aka Floripa.
Before hitting the beach, Dylan and I ran into a tiny mom & pop fried chicken shop near Campeche beach.
The people at Chicken-In advised us to make a soy and lime sauce to dip our perfectly fried chicken. Ponzu!
We pretty much took some long ass naps here. ZZZZ.
Our favorite party of Florianopolis were our drives down to Ribeirão da Ilha, a small town preserved with cobblestone streets and colorful tile-roof homes.
The main drag overlooks beautiful tidal flats filled occupied with oyster farms.
When your husband is an ostraphile (oyster maniac) it's not a surprise that he would stop the car, pull over and hang out with these oyster farmers. I'm sure you ladies would too, they were some hotties.
There are tons of local restaurants serving Ribeirão da Ilha's fresh oysters, but no one's oyster are as plump and juicy as Ostradamus'.
Ostradamus is a bit more expensive than the neighboring joints, but that extra money spent in Brazilian Real is completely worth it. We started off ordering a dozen oysters (R$25/$12US).
The oysters from Ribeirão da Ilha are similar to gigamoto oysters. Huge and plump with a pleasant watermelon finish.
Such a refeshing change from all the meat and pao de queijo we've been eating.
Before Dylan was even able to devour these oysters, our time on Ostradamus' dock took a painful turn when Dylan's stomach started to churn. Dylan complained about his stomach the entire day, but we refused to believe he was sick. The night before we ate some shrimp nearby our hostel, and yea, he must have eaten a bad one. He ate and enjoyed a couple of oysters, but whatever was in his stomach took charge and Dylan ended up throwing in the towel.
We tried to rush back to our hostel so Dylan can rest, but he was unable to drive. So we headed to the nearest public hospital. The people working at this hospital were the sweetest. We couldn't understand them and they couldn't understand us. We ended up showing Dylan's driver's license and they somehow filled in random information in their computer.
Several mintues later, Dylan was sitting in a room with a doctor who spoke English. She hooked him up with some Morphine and all was swell.
She sent us out with some prescription meds and some Brazilian love. Dylan ended up feeling better the next day. Thank you Brazil for your amazing health care.
Ostradamus
7640 Rod Baldicero Filomeno
Ribeirão da Ilha Brazil
www.ostradamus.com.br
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