John T.
Yelp
The stuff of legends. For eight years I lived by the 'beach.' I thought the North Avenue Beach in Chicago, on the banks of Lake Michigan was the real deal. How Midwestern of me. Often, friends of mine from the coasts would scoff at my insistence that I lived beach-side. Granted, in the summer, the beach is packed with people and during the fall/winter, venturing by the water is extremely dramatic/romantic.
But, it's not really a beach.
I loved to Miami Beach and thought, "Wow! Now, *this* is a beach. I get it." And, it is. With the Atlantic at our doorstep and travelers from throughout the world all over the place, I finally felt a sense as to what people were talking about when mentioning a world-class beach. And, again, it is.
But, it's not Ipanema.
After a LONG airplane ride through a hurricane that resulted in me not having my luggage and testing out my Portuguese skills of braying 'No me gustas' all over the city, I ventured to Ipanema in my unwashed, unshaven transit outfit... and fell in love. It's gorgeous. With views of mountains, sand and water as far as the eye can see, there's little wonder why this beach inspires song, lovers and visitors from around the world. Depending on which number you're at ( posts 8-11 were the busiest I experienced), you may encounter, families, athletes, artists, hard bodies, not-so-hard bodies, vendors of all kinds, surfers, and breath-taking views. Walk the length of the street to end up on the rock formations and gaze out upon the view in its entirety. Come on a Friday to get a quieter sense of the beach. Come on the weekend to see it in full swing. The street's shut down, so walk where you like but I suggest getting in the water. Ladies, brave that thong. Fellas, wear the square cuts or you'll look like a tourist. Yes, there are plenty of bodies that will shame you into months of diet and obsessive workouts but there are also plenty of bodies who haven't seen the inside of a gym in years -- and they don't care so neither should you. That's one thing this American marveled at -- the body-conscious sh!tshow that is South Beach was no where to be found. It was freeing (for others, of course; I have the body of an adonis... it's in the trunk of my car). Be it solo or with a group, come to Ipanema and experience it for yourself.
But... there are no 'but's'... well, at least those with only one 't.'