I’m certain there is magic everywhere. In Bahia though, it bubbles and dances and skates at the surface like nowhere else. To me, magic is an alchemy of connection and possibility, an improv on the fly as a way to see the world. Humour is magic and laughter is the proof that it is real. 

Do you ever decide to do something, half plan it, and figure you’ll see what happens when you get there? I do this all the time in my reckless optimism. Sometimes it totally fails. This past July it worked. The desire to practice new ways of moving in the world lead me into the mountains of Ojai, California and Jackson Hole, Wyoming. This story ends 10 450’ above sea level.