At the bus terminal we rented a tiny car fueled by alcohol and hit the road to the island. Without a specific place for spending the night, we spent the day hopping from village to village until sunset.
The usual talk about what's included in the price was for the first time held in my mother tongue, Portuguese, but with a slight more musical accent.
-Is the breakfast included, I ask?
-ehrr...we have "morning coffee", the lady answers.
I know Helena doesn't drink coffee so I continue..
-Morning coffee? Only coffee? no milk or tea?
-hmm, yes we have milk and juice she said.
This was starting to get better, and I started to wonder if this "morning coffee" was maybe a bit more than that, so I reply:
-And what about bread..or toast? with butter or jam?
-Of course, she replies, we have all that and cake and fruits.
We were all laughing at the misunderstanding, as it appears "morning coffee" in Brazil is a very very complete breakfast, probably the best in the whole South America.
Next morning we took our time having our "coffee" and headed to the beach of Joaquina, where very nice waves were breaking.
Surprisingly the water temperature was not as warm as what is usually advertised in the Brazilian telenovelas, and if it wasn't for the extra energy of the morning breakfast I would have needed a thick wetsuit.
It was a good day at the beach and we all got more sun tan than we needed.
Before the evening bus to Foz de Iguaçu, we still made our way around the center of the town, and took a rest at a park under a giant tree to escape the heat.