Some places you visit, and some places call you back. Jeri is the second kind: we return every year, and every year it welcomes us as if we had never left.
Time walks barefoot there. The streets are made of sand, the wind shapes the dunes and fills the sky with kites, fishing boats rest at the water’s edge, and at the end of the day everyone climbs the dune to applaud the sun as it sinks into the sea. At night the sky fills with stars and forró takes over the village.
It’s where we learned to slow down and look at the same horizon together. That’s why it couldn’t be anywhere else: we want to share with you the corner of the world where we feel most at home.
