A Typical Day in Paradise with Rio Holiday

You awake to the smell of fresh coffee with your complementary breakfast, served at the hour that you requested.  While you were asleep, the gardener has already cleaned the pool and made ready the pool area.  You throw on your robe or your shorts and come out to the dining room where a full breakfast is laid out with all of your favorites.  As you chat with your friends about the day ahead (or the night behind), you might ask your Hospitality Manager to get you dinner reservations in São Francisco or Flamengo.  Or maybe you decide to discuss the evening menu for a relaxing meal at the house.  After breakfast, you put on your swimsuit and walk to the beach or out by the pool.  While you are soaking up the sun, sipping fresh coconut water, or just watching the surfers, the maid is airing your room, changing the linens, and making sure you have plenty of fluffy, clean towels.

You return to the house around noon and make ready for an afternoon excursion.  Your Hospitality Manager, has told you about a particularly interesting 15th century fortress just 30 minutes away and you want to go visit.  You will have lunch at one of the charming little restaurants lining the beach at São Francisco.  Some in your party were a little tired from the previous night's foray into Niterói, so they opted for a light lunch served under the umbrella, followed by a nap or reading around the pool. 

In the evening, everyone is excited about trying a new restaurant in Rio.  You dress high casual because you want to sample a little of the nightlife afterwards. You didn't bring stacks of clothes, but it doesn't matter because the maid has freshly laundered the clothes you wore the other day.   Your Hospitality Manager organizes your transportation so that you will have a private car available for the entire evening.  When your group tires, you use the complementary cell phone to call your driver.  You never worry for an instant that you won't be able to explain to the taxi driver how to get you back home.  In just a short time he arrives, because he has never been very far off.  As you return to Itacoatiara, you nobly endure the comic jests of your friends as they describe your attempt to break the world record for Caipirinhas.  You don't remember ordering 5, but at least you're not driving.

Once back at the house, some of your friends continue the party around the pool, taking full advantage of the honor bar.  Others are content to raid the refrigerator for that left over dessert and then turn in for a comfortable, air-conditioned nights sleep.  Tomorrow - hang gliding!