The Magic Hostel in the Magic Island

So first off I apologize for the lack of posting, but in truth, I really haven't been going anywhere either, so it almost cancels out. I left the city of Rio but stayed in the state, arriving at a tranquil beach suburb known as Paraty. It's pretty much also known for its cachaca distilleries, producing the best yet least known ones in the country. But after a quick 4 days, I hopped on a bus to the Sao Paulo station - which if anything reflective of the massive financial capital of Brazil, proves that the entire city of Sao Paulo must be lovely and quite newly developed. However - instead of going to the Pantanal from there - I met some cool gap year kids and joined them for a trip down south to the magical island: Florianopolis.
As amazing as anyone may tell you it is, I assure you its even better. I have thus followed in the footsteps of the bartender at the hostel I am currently in by not leaving (Steve is a kiwi who came here 3 months ago and has yet to leave). This island takes only an hour to drive north to south and 20 minutes east to west, but has mountains, beaches, lagoons, sand dunes, and probably more. We get the sunset over a lagoon (as well as over the bay connecting it to the mainland), and would get the sunrise over the ocean should we wake up in time. Its got massive parties and chill bars, cheap eats and fancy restaurants. The south has farms and fisherman villages, the north has luxury suburbs and surf bum beaches. For 12 bucks a night I get a hostel that could go for 100 euros a night if it had private rooms and an elevator, and (if i ever splurged on this expensive of a meal) for 10 bucks I could get more fresh food than I'd know what to do with. Did I mention that the world surf championships are being held here starting Friday?
And this is just the physical island. The people are a whole different story. Every single woman on this island could be a model. Literally every single one. You can even tell that all of the moms, who are all still beautiful, used to be knock outs. Every single person who has been travelling here, every one, has come close to hurting his (or her) neck from staring at people. Even the British girls that I'm travelling with now were checking out the girls because they are amazed too. And going to a party sponsored by the fashion school - which put on a runway show - definitely did not help me want to leave here. Nor did meeting pro-kitesurf girls, or my friend having met a TV presenter, or just meeting people who invited us VIP into clubs.
As far as the Pantanal is concerned, I have no doubt that Ill make it there, but I just still have no reason to leave here yet. My guess is that the far north of Brazil will have to wait for another trip.