 After throwing my bags in my room, I ran down to the beach. I hadn't looked at any photos of Zipolite before arriving and didn't know what to expect. Pushing my way through the trees and brambles, I came around a bend and caught the breathtaking vista of a wide, flat beach, dotted with mountainous outcroppings that perforated the blues of the sky and the blues of the water. I spread out my blanket and flopped down, taking it in. It was Sunday, and the vibe felt languid, luxury fed by the surplus of hours left in the day.