Tuesday, May 7

Nine months is what it took for me to step into this world. November 1, 1986. I was born exactly 9 months after carnival. Go figure! I was supposed to be a twin. Came solo.  When I was 9-years-old my parents moved to Canada. Nine years later we moved back to Brazil.  The morning of July 9, 2012 I was 30 km’s outside of Calgary, Alberta with two quarter horses. It was my first morning on the road. Nine months later I am in Mexico with those same two horses and a Mustang from New Mexico. I carry the ashes of Naomi with me. My horses have become an extension of my soul. Friends stretch from Calgary to Mexico! All beautiful people who lent a helping hand to a complete stranger. Stories plague my mind. The road feels like home. Lonely nights no longer scare me.

To me traveling is the greatest escape. It allows me to feel free. Happy. Alive. Books are great but to me folding over the pages of my own story is much more appealing. Everyday should be an adventure. It’s good for the heart.

As I look at the map, it is hard to understand just how I got here horseback. It seems impossible! But when you focus on one day at a time and when you put all of your energy in the moment, it is amazing how far you can get after 9 months.

What adventures lie ahead? With over a year left before I arrive home, that is the only question on my mind.

Tomorrow, May 8, 2012 we celebrate 10 beautiful months on the road. I’m in Sourthern Mexico and it’s hard to believe just how I arrived here…