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I arrived in Florianopolis by plane on Saturday evening.  Carolina, along with her friends Martina and Tiane, met me at the airport and whisked me across the island (much, much larger than I imagined) to Martina’s beachfront condo in Canasvieiras.  The girls were invited to a house party hosted by some Floripa guys they met the previous weekend at a concert closer to Canela, so that was the plan for the evening.

Carolina and Me

I had a good laugh getting ready with Carolina – she must have changed her outfit ten times before settling on what she was going to wear – and I immediately felt right at home with a fellow Virgo who shares both my love of make-up and tendency to travel with every medication under the sun.

Since I’d arrived under the cover of darkness, I’d yet to get a real sense for what the island looked like… I knew Martina's condo was on the beach, that there was a pretty intricate highway spanning the island, and that we were heading up to a party in the hills.  Our car followed a security guard on a moped up through the winding streets, past huge homes, all the way to an enormous bachelor pad with a four-car garage, elevator, tacky artwork, and crazy deck and pool that seem suspended over the bright lights of the distance city below … as we were greeted by a group of ten guys sporting striped shirts and aggressive V’s and introduced to the 70-year old plastic surgeon (an uncle) who owned the joint, it finally hit me, I’m totally in LA.