We haven’t touched Selvadorada yet. It felt right to wait. Some places don’t reveal themselves all at once and this one is layered. Dense jungle, silent temples, buzzing marketplaces, and trails worn by more than just tourists.
We’re watching the light, the wear on the stone, the way the forest leans in. When we do step in, it won’t be to decorate – it’ll be to respect. To echo the place, not overwrite it.
Selvadorada is quiet, for now. But not forgotten.