So what is utter luxury? It is waking up whenever you so desire, with absolutely no demands on your time. For me this means 8oclock, so I can read for an hour in the morning sun before anyone else is up. For Casey it's more like 10 or 11. Utter luxury is steaming cups of incomparable Brazilian coffee and a vast spread of homemade pastries (created by the professional chef and served by the friendly, fun Brazilian staff) and tropical fruits and jams and tapioca and eggs and fresh bread for the baker in town. Luxury is sunshine so hot that by the time breakfast is finished a swim is obligatory. Luxury is swimming first in the ocean, rolling waves of warm (really warm) equatorial water crashing joyfully onto a white sandy beach that stretches for miles in either direction, edged by absurdly leaning coconut palms that disappear into a distant haze as the beach curves away into the distance. Utter luxury is going from the ocean to an icy fresh shower in the palm grove and then plunging into the crystalline pool. Then you can go back to the ocean and start over again. Luxury is deciding whether you want to relax on a pool chair, in a hammock, on bean bags or rocking chairs or floating pool chairs or window seats or just keep moving around from spot to spot and sun to shade and back again. Luxury is swimming whenever you even begin to overheat and drying off in the tropical sun. Luxury is the cool Breeze combatting the humid heat. Its an icy caipirinha (the Brazilian drink of choice,  the local sugar cane rum cachaca mixed with excessive amounts of sugar and lime). It's a huge lunch that leaves you desperately in need of a nap, although you have done nothing of sufficient exertion to deserve one. It's having a freshly baked cake constantly present on the counter to snack on throughout the afternoon. It's fresh squeezed fruit juices (mango, guava, passionfruit, pineapple, caja) and cold coconut water. 
It's having a churrasco (Brazilian version of the asado). It's passionfruit everything (candy, juice, pudding, cake). It's long exhausting boogie boarding sessions and then sunbathing to recover. Its playing heated card games with will and lilly. Its watching everyone patrol Jedi style hunting flies with electric fly swatters. Its poring through dozens of books in the long lazy days. Its Casey taking charge of the big boSe speakers to blast all manner of good music through the afternoon and evening. It's the tropical sunset over the ocean and a cold Brahma (Brazilian beer) before dinner. It's a vast feast of a dinner, followed by an elegantly presented glass of good scotch (no no, he insists) from Charlie. It's a wild, after dinner game of charades that threatens to collapse into all out warfare. It's a late night swim in the warm and eerily lot pool beneath the palm trees. It's going hunting for fireflies in the garden with Will and Patrick, worrying about stepping on anacondas in the garden, in the dark after everyone has gone to bed and the lights are out. It's catching the bright fireflies and then letting them escape. It's finally drifting off to bed, in a cool dark room between crisp sheets. It's dreaming vividly all night long (something about this place). Its being excited to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.