Andorinhas Waterfall Road Trip
Saturday: The Beginning of a Serendipitous Road Trip
Saturday morning began with Sol picking me up for the road trip. There was a buzz of excitement in the air, the kind that comes when you know you’re about to embark on an adventure. As we drove to meet the rest of the group, I could feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation building.
When we arrived, Sol's friends were already waiting—Carioca, the DJ girl, and Adelaide briefly met before. Carioca immediately stood out. As he took the wheel, I noticed how confident and secure his driving was. It reminded me of Oliver, my best friend from college, who always made me feel safe when he drove.
Carioca is from Rio, and his accent brought back memories of my childhood. It felt like a scene straight out of a Brazilian novella or a daytime sitcom, the kind I used to watch growing up. His voice had that playful yet confident tone, and it was strangely familiar.
The Journey Begins
The car ride was filled with laughter, music, and a sense of camaraderie. Everyone had their own unique energy, and it was clear this was going to be a special group. The DJ girl played house and trance music, which brought back memories of my London days, dancing to similar beats. The vibe was relaxed yet lively, with everyone falling into their roles effortlessly.
As we left Búzios behind, the scenery changed dramatically. Dirt roads replaced paved ones, and lush greenery began to dominate the landscape. It felt like we were entering another world, one that was quieter, more serene, and filled with possibility.
Lovely Connections
During the drive, Carioca little quirks became more apparent, and they only added to his charm. At one point, we passed a field full of cows, and he jokingly called out, “Hey, cousins!” I couldn’t stop laughing—it was so unexpected and hilarious. It’s these little moments that make trips like this unforgettable.
The journey also gave me time to reflect. There was something so serendipitous about the whole situation. Here I was, on a road trip with people I’d only just met, yet everything felt so natural and right. The familiarity of Carioca's accent, the music, and the easygoing conversations made me feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Arrival at the Bamboo Village
As we pulled up to the Bamboo Village, I was immediately enchanted. It felt like stepping into a dream. The entire place was crafted from bamboo, giving it a rustic yet magical vibe. Each little bungalow had hammocks swaying gently in front, surrounded by lush greenery and natural pools. The air smelled fresh and earthy, with a hint of tropical flowers. It was like a hidden paradise tucked away from the rest of the world.
The village felt alive, yet peaceful, with rivers winding their way through the property and palm trees providing shade and serenity. It was the kind of place where you could feel the weight of the world just melt away.
A Moment of Ease
After unpacking, we took a little time to soak in the surroundings. The hammocks called to me, and I spent a few quiet moments swaying gently, looking up at the sky through the canopy of trees. The sound of the nearby river and the occasional chirping of birds created the perfect soundtrack for the moment.
The Andorinha Waterfall
The highlight of the day was the visit to the Andorinha Waterfall. The name alone was special—Andorinha means “swallow” in Portuguese, and it also happens to be the title of my grandmother’s favorite song. The moment I heard the name, I felt her presence so strongly. It was as if she were guiding me to this very place.
The hike to the waterfall was a gentle one, winding through dense greenery and the occasional clearing that offered stunning views of the surrounding hills. When we reached the waterfall, it took my breath away. The water cascaded down over smooth rocks into a crystal-clear pool below. The sound of rushing water was soothing, almost meditative.
I stood for a moment, taking it all in, before stepping into the cool water. That first dive was pure magic. The locals say that waterfall water is cleansing for the soul, always flowing and washing away the old to make room for the new. As I swam in the pool, I could feel its healing energy enveloping me, refreshing not just my body but my spirit as well.
Signs From Above
Sitting on a rock near the waterfall, I noticed a flock of swallows flying overhead. They were small but graceful, darting through the air with purpose. It felt like another sign from my grandma, as though she was orchestrating the moment from above. I imagined her saying, “Come on, kids, let the birds fly,” and it brought a smile to my face.
The group spent hours at the waterfall, laughing, swimming, and taking in the natural beauty. On the way back, we stopped at a local farmstand to buy fresh yucca from a kind farmer. He was so welcoming, like everyone I’ve met in this journey, and it made the day feel even more special.
Stones, Serenity, and Shared Values
Before heading back to the Bamboo Village, we stopped at the precious stone shop again. Carioca picked out a throat chakra stone, explaining how he was drawn to it for its energy and balance. I found it so intriguing that he knew about chakras, meditation, and energy work.
We chatted with Tamara, the grandma who owned the shop, for a bit longer, and I couldn’t help but feel so at home in her presence. She had this warm, timeless energy, the kind that reminded me of my own grandma. It was such a grounding moment, surrounded by stones that seemed to hold pieces of the Earth’s wisdom, and it left me feeling peaceful and reflective.
Back at the Bamboo Village
When we returned, the atmosphere was alive with laughter and music. Some of the group was still by the hammocks, chatting and relaxing, while others were preparing drinks or dancing to the DJ girl’s playlist. The energy was infectious, yet I felt a sense of calm amidst it all, knowing I was exactly where I needed to be.
As the evening wore on, I found myself sitting by the hammock, gazing at the stars. The sounds of the nearby river and the faint laughter from the group filled the air, and I thought of my grandparents again. They would have loved this place, this moment. It felt like they were watching over me, guiding me with their quiet wisdom and love.
Sunday Morning: Waking to the Birds and a Whisper from Heaven
Sunday morning began with a gentle nudge from nature, one that felt divinely orchestrated. I woke to the familiar sound of the Bang TV birds outside my window. Their cheerful call immediately brought a smile to my face, as they were my grandma’s favorite birds. Hearing them so clearly, right at the start of the day, was like a little hug from her, a reminder that she’s always watching over me.
Then, out of nowhere, a strange bird call pierced through the symphony of morning sounds. It wasn’t harsh, but it was distinct—almost playful. It instantly reminded me of my grandpa. The sound brought back memories of him mimicking bird calls when I was little, and I couldn’t help but start giggling. It was such a joyful moment, as though both my grandparents had conspired to wake me up in the sweetest way possible, using nature as their messenger.
I lay there for a while, just listening, feeling this incredible connection to them. It was so obvious and so cool to know they were sending me these little signs. Even though they’re in heaven, their presence was so strong in those moments. It’s a comfort and a blessing to know they’re still with me, guiding me through this journey.
A Morning of Gratitude and Reflection
Still smiling, I decided to step outside. The early light bathed the Bamboo Village in a soft glow, and the air was crisp and fresh. The birds were busy taking little dips in the water, almost as if they were having their morning baths. I watched them flit around, carefree and full of life, and it made me think of how my grandma used to admire their beauty and grace.
I grabbed my phone and managed to snap a photo of the Bang TV birds, something I’d never done before. It felt like capturing a little piece of this magical moment to carry with me. I even Googled them out of curiosity, realizing how familiar they’ve been throughout my life. I’d seen these birds in Hawaii and Australia, but it was only now that I connected the dots—they’ve always been with me, just like my grandparents.
Breakfast with Carioca
Not long after, Carioca emerged from his room, looking well-rested and ready to seize the day. He suggested we go grab breakfast, and I agreed, still caught up in the joy of the morning.
The breakfast spread was incredible—three tables laden with cheeses, meats, fruits, breads, cakes, juices, and even desserts. Brazilians really do know how to make breakfast an event. Guilherme and I grabbed our plates and found a spot by the window.
We chatted as we ate, diving into conversations about life, our dreams, and the little joys we’d found on this trip. Carioca shared more about his work in tourism and his love for Rio.
A Spiritual Connection
Before heading back to the others, I thought again of my grandparents. The morning had been filled with so many little signs—birds, memories, and moments of connection. It felt like they were not only present but actively cheering me on, guiding me through this beautiful chapter in my life.
Morning: Breakfast with the Girls
After my productive and inspiring breakfast with Carioca, the girls finally started waking up. Sol was the first to emerge, her usual vibrant energy shining through as she grabbed her plate and joined me. One by one, the others trickled in, and soon we were all seated together, recounting the highlights of the weekend.
We talked about everything from travel to future plans. Sol shared her vision of building minimalist, Buzios-inspired homes with ocean views, and I couldn’t help but admire her ambition. She also shared some creative ideas for the app. Her passion and enthusiasm were infectious, and I felt so grateful to be surrounded by such dynamic and inspiring women.
A Special Moment at Church
After breakfast, I told the group I needed to take some time to visit the local church. It was Sunday, and even though I’d miss my usual mass in Búzios, I wanted to honor the day and find a moment of quiet reflection. The little church in the bamboo village was small but charming, and when I arrived, I was greeted by a few locals.
To my surprise, they offered to open the church just for me. I was stunned. The idea of having the space all to myself felt like such an honor, like a VIP moment arranged by God Himself.
Inside, the church was peaceful and humble, with sunlight streaming through the windows and illuminating the altar. I knelt down and prayed, expressing my gratitude for everything that had happened over the weekend—for the signs from my grandparents, the connections I’d made, and the path I was walking.
I thought of my grandma, knowing she’d be so proud of me. I stayed there for a good 30 minutes, letting the stillness and sacredness of the moment wash over me. It was one of those rare times where you feel completely in tune with yourself and the world around you.
Relaxing in the Heat
By the time I returned to the bamboo village, the heat was almost unbearable. It must have been over 33 degrees with high humidity, and the group was feeling it. Everyone was moving slowly, retreating to hammocks or shaded corners to rest and recharge.
Even Carioca, who’s usually so full of energy, seemed subdued by the weather. Sol was lying in a hammock, fanning herself lazily, while the DJ girl was sprawled out with her headphones on, likely piecing together her next playlist. The vibe was quiet and relaxed, which felt like the perfect way to wind down after such an eventful weekend.
Heading Back Home: A Final Connection with Tamara
As we started getting ready to leave the bamboo village, the group decided to eat one last time at the little restaurant. The heat had mellowed slightly, and the thought of a final meal before hitting the road felt right for everyone. I, however, was drawn back to Tamara and her crystal shop.
There was something about her—a warmth and wisdom that reminded me so much of my grandma. Tamara welcomed me with her gentle smile, and as we chatted, she brought out her crystal book. Her passion for the stones and their meanings was captivating, and I felt like I could have spent hours there just learning from her.
She carefully explained the significance of each crystal, matching stones to my energy and intentions. Time seemed to stretch as we dove deeper into the world of crystals, and I found myself completely at ease in her presence.
A Meaningful Gesture
In the end, I chose five stones that resonated with me, each one unique and full of potential. Tamara, being the lovely soul she is, insisted on gifting me two more stones. When I looked down at my hand, I noticed something incredible—the colors of the stones matched the Brazilian flag.
It felt like another sign from the universe, a little nudge of reassurance that I was exactly where I was meant to be. The green, yellow, and blue hues seemed to glow in the sunlight, reminding me of my connection to this land and the journey I was on.
I thanked Tamara profusely, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her kindness and care. She gave me a hug as I left, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I visited her shop.
A Weekend to Remember
Back in Búzios, as the sun began to dip behind the horizon, I felt the weight of the weekend settle into my heart—not as exhaustion but as a deep, fulfilling sense of gratitude. The road trip had been more than just an escape from routine; it was a tapestry of meaningful connections, spiritual signs, and moments of pure joy.
From the breathtaking waterfall that seemed to cleanse not just my body but my soul, to the vibrant laughter shared with new friends, everything about this weekend felt perfectly aligned.
A Beginning in the End
Walking back into my loft, I paused to take in the view—the same view that had welcomed me to this next phase of my journey. The sky was painted with hues of pink and gold, and the breeze carried with it the sounds of the sea. Everything felt alive, as if the universe itself was humming in harmony with my spirit.
This wasn’t just a weekend away; it was the start of something bigger. I could feel it in the conversations I’d had, the ideas that had sparked, and the connections that had been made. Guilherme’s ideas for the app, Sol’s inspiring energy, and even Tamara’s wisdom and kindness had all woven into a rich fabric of purpose and promise.
Looking back, I realized how far I’d come. A few weeks ago, I had no idea what this chapter of my life would look like. Now, standing in the midst of it, I could see the shape it was taking—full of possibility, creativity, and connection.
As I closed the door to my loft and settled in for the evening, I felt a quiet certainty: this was only the beginning. And what a beautiful beginning it was.
A Weekend That Changed Everything
It’s incredible how something as simple as saying “yes” to a road trip can completely shift the course of your life. This wasn’t just a weekend of exploration; it was a moment where the universe seemed to conspire to align everything perfectly—the people I met, the experiences I had, and the lessons I took away.
Throughout the trip, I felt so deeply connected to my grandparents. From the sound of the birds that reminded me of my grandma, it felt like they were there with me. Guiding me. Smiling from above as they showed me the magic of Búzios.
It’s as if they were saying, “We’re so happy you’re back home.” That thought brought such peace and comfort, knowing they are still watching over me and leaving signs along the way.
Finding My Place
And to be honest, I haven’t missed London. I thought I might—I mean, London was everything I dreamed of for so long. But here in Brazil, it feels like I’ve found another piece of myself. Maybe it’s the sunrises and sunsets, the soulful people, or the flow of life that seems to come so naturally here.
Búzios feels like the only place in the world right now. It’s vibrant and alive, yet peaceful and grounding. Every corner, every conversation, every moment feels like it’s filled with purpose. It’s hard to explain, but I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
This weekend wasn’t just a trip; it was a turning point. And as I settle back into my loft, I can’t help but feel like this is only the beginning of something truly magical.