Nestled within the vast expanse of Texas lies a city unlike any other—Houston. And within its bustling streets and sprawling neighborhoods, I, Maria, felt a stirring in my soul, a call to explore my backyard's familiar yet unknown corners. As a native Houstonian, I had grown accustomed to the rhythm of urban life—the skyscrapers that kissed the sky, the bayous that meandered through the city, and the diverse tapestry of cultures that painted its neighborhoods in vibrant hues. But beneath the surface, I knew there was more to discover and experience. On a lazy afternoon, as I wandered through the maze of bookshelves in a local bookstore, I stumbled upon a well-worn copy of "The Motorcycle Diaries." The adventures of Che Guevara and Alberto Granado resonated with me, stirring a sense of wanderlust that had long lain dormant within my heart. With a newfound sense of purpose and excitement, I embarked on my journey of exploration and self-discovery, powered not by a roaring m...
Riding through the wind - Motor and cycle