“My name is Francisco de Assis, and I am a son of this land,” is how my guide introduced himself. A tall thin Vaqueiro with skin like toasted leather and his body battered by the ‘Sertao’ – the hinterland of Brazil that is primarily covered in xeric shrublands and thorn forest called “Caatinga- revealed how hard life can be around here

The leather armor that Assis wears not only protects him from the burning sun, scratchy bare branches, and long spiky needles of the bush, but it also serves to help him .find comfort in connection with his ancestors, and the brotherhood with his fellow Vaqueiros