Boca de Onça - Water and Friends

This day started with a trail. Not the rushed kind, but the slow, humid, forest soaked kind where every step smells like earth and leaves.

Standing there, sweaty and tired, everything suddenly made sense. The hike, the heat, the silence between steps. This wasn’t just about the waterfall, it was about earning the moment. About slowing down enough to feel small, and being okay with that.Read more