An island of 42 beaches. Surf in the morning, oysters at sunset, party until dawn. The south's coolest little capital, where everyone seems to have a tan and a board.
Consistent waves, surf schools on every corner. Beginners welcome.
The lagoon is 4km of glass at sunrise. Rent a board, paddle out.
You'll fall. You'll laugh. Wax your board, walk up, repeat.
Tasting at the source. The water is cold and clean — and so are the oysters.
The temple of Floripa oysters. Twelve preparations on the menu.
Pastel de camarão and chopp. A century-old institution.
Modern Brazilian. Tasting menus drawn from the surrounding waters.
45min hike in. Empty, wild, worth every step.
Clothing-optional, walk-in only, perfect arc of sand.
Beach clubs, champagne lunches, see and be seen.
The island is bigger than it looks — rent a car. North is glam beach clubs, south is wild and rough, the lagoon is the social center. Mid-week is half the price of weekends and twice as quiet.
