I had plenty of time to clean up my small beach house, day-by-day, room by room, bit by bit. The house was clean now and empty, no furniture, no refrigerator, no oven, no table, no chair, no sofa, no bed. I had my Buddha statue, placed a candle to his feet every night, I had my hammock, placed it on the terrace during the day and in the lounge during the night. I did not need more than this. I did not want more than this.

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I had done the weekly shopping in a major supermarket in Natal the day I had left my friend Sergio’s house and moved finally to Caraubas. The small village had a small supermarket where I bought my daily ice cold Coca Cola and the small village had a small bakery where I bought my daily bread to accompany my basic but fresh tomato salad. The small village had a small beach right in front of my small beach house.

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If Brazil would not be my country of residency, if the northeast of Brazil, the state of Rio Grande do Norte would not be my home state and I would be a simple backpacker passing by I would definitely fall in love with Caraubas. I had fallen in love with so many other small fisher villages during my travel and just because Caraubas was in my home state did not make it different. I actually considered myself extremely lucky to have fallen in love with this small fisher village and could now live this dream in my small beach house.

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Sometimes small creates big and for me this small little fisher village created a great satisfaction and happiness.

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