It’s been months since I’ve been in the saddle.
The last few days it’s been almost unbarable.
I see the men cantering on the sandy roads of Jericoacoara in the northeast of Brazil and I’m dying to swap places.
an ode to travelling
an ode to travelling
It’s been months since I’ve been in the saddle.
The last few days it’s been almost unbarable.
I see the men cantering on the sandy roads of Jericoacoara in the northeast of Brazil and I’m dying to swap places.
My Maddy Travel 