ahhhh saudades de jeri 💙 #tbt
Diving headfirst into 30 🤙🏼
Você pertence ao lugar aonde se sente livre 🏡🌾🍂✨
Que sereia é essa,minha gente?⭐🚤🏝️
A baía da ilha grande proporciona a seus visitantes momentos únicos,mar cristalino com uma fauna riquíssima e paisagens de tirar o fôlego.
Nossos passeios percorrem toda a costa parando,nas praias, encerrando o dia de um por do sol mágico.🏝️
Somos uns nativos operando a mais de 30 anos na Baía da ilha grande é Angra dos Reis, oferecendo conforto e segurança a tds os passageiros.
Conhecemos toda a região,reservem seus passeios com a gente e desfrutem de momentos únicos no paraíso!
Está com vontade de conhecer ou até msm tirar suas férias no paraíso???🏖️ Faça um contato com a gente:🥂🍾
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♻️ Recolha sempre seu lixo.😉
Cozy camping sunrise this past weekend. We set up tents right next to a hot spring and sat in there for 3 hours watching shooting stars and telling travel stories before gettin coz. Thanks for the scenery Mammoth! And thanks for the company @nateleenc @kshurick
⛺️ Photo settings in my story // #gopro #hero7 #superphoto #camping
Go where you feel the most alive ✨🗺
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Vista desde arriba de un crucero 🛳 rumbo al caribe. 🏝.
Si hay que no dejas de ver en Miami, son sus Palmeras 🌴😍
Who can say if the thoughts you have in your mind as you read these words are the same thoughts I had in my mind as I typed them? We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
And yet, whatever has been lost in translation in the long journey of my thoughts through the maze of civilization to your mind, I think you do understand me, and you think you do understand me. Our minds managed to touch, if but briefly and imperfectly.
Does that thought not make the universe seem just a bit kinder, a bit brighter, a bit warmer and more human?
We live for such miracles.
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay.