Stories of Paraná - Swimsuits wool

Stories of Paraná - Swimsuits wool

Suits of wool
Rosi Thá Luiz

Way back in 1941, the beaches of Matinhos, Caiobá Guaratuba and were frequented by bathers only in winter. Not that I had a special predilection for the cold, but by a prophylactic reason.
It turns out that malaria was not done, and everyone feared being bitten by mosquito that by inoculating their microbes, if so gracefully put on the skin of iuautos, performing magic steps of ballet, what differentiates the common mosquito.
A few days later, a stubborn and intermittent fever was established and miserable, shivering as St. Guido, should undergo treatment derived from quinine, that cured the disease but estraçalhava with the liver of the victim.
There were few houses, light or lamp was petromaques, and only a few sales could meet the needs of mobile people.
In contrast, fish, shrimp and shellfish abounded.
The sea baths were hilarious.
Due to the cold, women and men were heading to the beach early, dressed in colorful robes.
The suits were wool fabric that stretched after one or two dives in the sea, taking huge, getting twice as large as the silhouette that wore.
It was a horror.
Feet, bore up clogs wooden sole, who avoided injury when walking the streets lined hills of cockle. The head was covered with rubber caps.
Paraphernalia was left next to the last waves kissing the sand. The sea, in general, the patient was calm, with waves that crashed silently.
The baths were delicious and comforting.
The daily walks were mandatory.
They formed groups that went to Hills Lighthouse, the Ox, the Cross, the Praia dos Amores, Conchas, etc..
The boys helped the girls in the passages more difficult to overcome.
In the days of the full moon, all the stones were going to see it appear as if emerging from the sea and pouring silver light in the vastness of the ocean.
In the other, nights, were held under serenades guitar chords.
The trip to the coast was long and difficult.
Initially, should be overcome by the passage Graciosa, until the top of the Serra do Mar.
Curves, one after the other, left many stomachs seasick. The head was spinning as spinning loose the die.
Despite the physical discomfort, the cheerful faces and dusty amainavam the situation.
The expectation was higher arrival at the resort, today East Beach.
No road access to the beaches was carried out by the sand, near the sea.
If the tide was full, the appeal was expected to ebb or stay overnight there existing.
Phone not had to inform the ticket was free, you had to venture.
Everyone feared the route, because the rivers that flow into the sea were sometimes treacherous.
Many carcasses of cars and buses were downed, evidence of the passage required the utmost attention.
To reach Guaratuba was also necessary to hire the services of canoeists, and cross all the luggage in canoes powered paddle.
The goodwill, the beauty of those stops, the tranquility found, intimate contact with the vegetation, with the sea,
the sun and fresh air, overcame any difficulties that come between the city and the coast, between land and sea, between labor and leisure.

Rosi Thá Luiz de Curitiba.


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.