Tag: Beach life

  • Beach Day Doctrine: Great weather leads to awful governments

    Beach Day Doctrine: Great weather leads to awful governments

    A typical winter's day in Brazil.
    A typical winter’s day in Brazil.

    My family went to the beach this past Saturday.  We packed a kite and a boogie board and stayed out through lunch. It was an absolutely perfect beach day, warm without being hot and breezy without being chilly.  The sky was a sheet of blue with a few fluffy clouds pulled decoratively across it.  But the best part was having the beach almost entirely to ourselves.  People in Vitoria just don’t go to the beach in winter.

    Yes, it’s winter here in Vitoria, Brazil.  You can really feel it today.  It’s 68 degrees (20 C) outside and drizzly.  People are wearing their leather jackets over their shorts.  This will be one of the coldest days of the year here.  I’m sure it will be a front page article in tomorrow’s paper.  “Cold Front hits Vitoria. Drives Locals to Wearing Coats!”

    In my opinion, the weather is one of the best things about Vitoria and Brazil in general.  I think it’s also why the government sucks.

    I have a theory that the weather of a country can be tied directly to the quality of that country’s government.  The better the weather, the worse the public services.  The worse the weather, free university for everyone!

    Let’s take Norway.  The Economist’s Quality of Life Index ranks Norway third in terms of quality of life and third in GDP per capita.  Norway is number one on the UNDP’s Human Development Index.  Norway’s government is the world champion of governing.  Year after year, they are crushing the competition. Why? Because without an awesome government, there would be absolutely no reason to live there.

    This is a place where citizens go weeks without seeing the sun.  Every winter, there’s a period when the sun never makes it over the horizon.  This isn’t a freak phenomenon.  It’s a lifestyle.  How to avoid Winter SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) during the polar nights is a regular part of the school curriculum.  Why would anybody live in a place where winter is accompanied by its own psychological disorder causing sadness, a loss of self-esteem, and desire to avoid social and physical contact?  Why? Free universal healthcare coverage for all legal residents.  That’s why.

    Not surprisingly, Norway’s tourism website doesn’t bring up those polar nights, but it does have a lot to say about its midnight sun.  You can take an ocean cruise at midnight or stroll through the park at 2am.  Come visit Norway in summer and have 24 hours of sunlight!  Honestly Norway, 24 hours of sunlight doesn’t sound like a good thing.  It’s slightly better than 24 hours of darkness, but I have no desire to live in a place with sunlight streaming through my window at 2 am.

    Except that in Norway, universities are tuition free for all students, including international students.

    On second thought, I could probably get used to wearing a sleep mask.

    Norway’s tourism site also touts its mild winter temperatures.  The average January high for Oslo is 32 degrees (0 C). I suppose that’s mild compared to Siberia, but it’s still a place where getting locked out of your house in December is potentially life threatening.

    Here in Vitoria, you can sleep on the sidewalk 365 days a year and feel, at worst, a little uncomfortable.  Good thing too, because there are quite a few people who do sleep on the sidewalk.  Does Norway even have homeless?  I don’t see how.  The winters would kill them off.

    And this is the crux of my theory.  The environment in Norway is so inhospitable, the government has to help its people survive and then give them a reason to stay.

    What does a person need to survive a winter day here in Vitoria? A sandwich and a tree.  Something to eat and shelter from the hot-even-in-winter sun or rain.  That’s it.

    My theory holds true for other countries.  Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Canada, Australia (Why is Australia listed? It’s hot, in the middle of nowhere, and has all the world’s most poisonous things). These countries have awesome governments and crappy weather.  Venezuela, Fiji, Mexico, Maldives, Greece: crappy governments, 365 days of beach.

    This past Saturday was a spectacular day.  Bright sun.  Soft sand.  It was the kind of day that warms you on the inside and puts hope back in your life.  Listening to the waves while getting drunk on sunshine and coconut water, a person won’t care about anything.  Not even that Brazil ranks 79 on the HDI or that dozens of top government officials have been indicted for stealing billions in taxpayers’ money or that the President’s approval rating is 9%.

    Here schools are terrible.  Public healthcare is broken.  Inflation is increasing.  But the weather is fantastic, the beaches are free, and with 4,655 miles (7,491 km) of breathtaking coastline, there’s space on the sand for everybody.  What else do you really need?

  • The Novelty of Beach Life

    The Novelty of Beach Life

    Baby at the Beach
    Beach Comber From Birth

    Growing up in Atlanta, I got to be part of that great American summer tradition, the annual family beach trip.  Depending on the beach, my brother and I could look forward to between 4 and 6 hours of Wee-Sing-Silly-Songs cassettes, gas station candy, and fierce battles for control of the middle-seat armrest.

    We usually ventured to one of a handful of beaches: Panama City, Florida; Daytona, Florida; St. Simons Island, Georgia; Hilton Head, South Carolina.  Some on the Atlantic and some on the Gulf of Mexico but all had an abundance of cooked white flesh and thick southern accents.  It was paradise!

    I remember the thrill of the first palm tree sighting.  My brother and I would then count the palms in growing anticipation until we finally glimpsed a flash of ocean between a Texaco and a McDonald’s.  After checking into the hotel, we’d spend the next five days coated with sand and sunscreen jumping waves, riding boogie boards, and hunting for seashells.  Often grandparents came along and sometimes aunts, uncles, and cousins.  There was always a family putt-putt outing, which some of us took more seriously than others.  Inevitably, the week ended, and we would say goodbye to the beach for a year.

    I now live three blocks from the beach.

    I can wake up any day of the week and decide to skip writing in favor of paddling around the bay spotting sea turtles.  It. is. amazing!

    My daughter has been going to the beach regularly since before she discovered her hands.  The list of foods my girl will eat is short but includes white fish, salmon, shark, and tiny fried shrimp.  Fried shrimp with the shell and legs still on them.  The girl won’t part her lips for a carrot but she pops little shrimp in her mouth like chocolates.  We frequently have some version of this conversation on Saturday mornings:

    Me: “Should we go to beach today?”

    Husband: “I don’t know.  We went the last few weekends.  I think she might be getting tired of it.”

    Me: “Hey Little Bit, do you want to go to the beach?”

    Kid: “No, I want to stay home and play with my toys.”

    Yes, my daughter will turn down going to the beach in favor of staying home to play with her Littlest Pets because she has no idea how lucky she is and no appreciation for the months of waiting that I had to endure when I was her age to get to the beach.  Preschoolers!

    Because of these different life experiences, my daughter will probably never understand my obsession with ocean-based hobbies, specifically that she master one or several of them.  Some parents dream of their children graduating from the ivy league, I dream of my daughter being a competitive sailor or windsurfer or deep sea fisherwoman.  (That last one is lower down on the list.)

    Given the novelty (for me anyway) of growing up next to the beach, imagine my joy when my girl started swim class and LOVED it!  She has no fear of water, which makes supervising her around the pool more stressful, but is an important first step to becoming a world champion free diver!

    A couple of weeks ago, we embarked on phase two of my master plan.  Stand up paddle boarding in the bay!*  We went as a family and spent the morning spotting green sea turtles in the bay.  It was a success.  You can see in the video below.  My daughter had so much fun, we all went back out yesterday and the heavy grey clouds and constant drizzle didn’t deter her one bit.

    Watching my daughter yesterday on my husband’s board, leaning forward through the rain with a smile on her face, I thought “I just might have a seafarer on my hands.”  At least I hope I do.  All she needs now is a willingness to use sunscreen.

    *If you’re ever in Vitoria, Brazil, I highly recommend a morning of SUP.  We rented our boards from Loop.  They have windsurf and stand up equipment for rent. The bay is filled with sea turtle, fish, and the occasional ray leaping from the water.

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