Trancoso, Brazil

Walking home from the beach through the Quadrado in Trancoso, where I pass a group of teenagers singing Beija Flor,…

By the beach in Brazil

As I travel I seek some sense of home. Those local aspects that I sometimes need to scratch hard to…

There’s no such thing as paradise. If you don’t find it within first it doesn’t matter how many palm trees,…

Fátima, Jennifer and I spend a whole day looking at fruit at Pinheiros market, eating pizza and chatting about boys.…

It’s starting to come back to me. This tenderness I deserted when I decided to leave. I’m feeling the softness…

I can sense the creativity dancing through the room, flowing from the leafy terrace at the back to the coloured…

And over there, in Bahia… Get lost. Let go. Let the sea fill your lungs, leave the noise of the…

Finally the ocean. The smell of fresh air, love music coming from the Quadrado and beautiful artistic houses that make…

Hay dos formas de hacer las cosas, por amor o por miedo. Or maybe there’s only one way to do…

I miss horses so much. Cantering alongside mountains and just feel so incredibly free.