Licensed real estate broker, CRECI 5751 (9th Region, Brazil). I work with landowners and buyers of farmland and rural property in Petrolina (Pernambuco), Juazeiro (Bahia), around Sobradinho Lake and across the São Francisco Valley.
I grew up between my father’s two farms in Pernambuco. From age 4 to 8, I was always going from one to the other: one was on the bank of the São Francisco River, near Santa Maria da Boa Vista; the other was dryland, in the middle of the Caatinga.
On the river farm, my father had a "paquete", a boat made entirely of wood with a diesel engine in the middle. We went up and down the river and stopped at the islands, many of them deserted back then, to pick cashew fruit and mangoes and swim on the little beaches. The native mango trees were huge, with trunks that took five or six people to hug. I climbed them as if they were floors of a building and, way up high, looking at the river, I ate two, three, four, five mangoes.
On the dryland farm, the water came from a well and a cistern, we raised sheep and goats and there were umbu trees everywhere. I would head off alone into the Caatinga, with binoculars and a little knife, looking for umbu fruit, while my parents warned: watch out for snakes. The umbu tree survives the drought on the water stored in its roots: it loses every leaf and looks dead, but it is alive. And the more it rains, the bigger, juicier and sweeter the umbu gets.
That love for the countryside was planted back then, and it is what gives me the strength to work with rural land. My father’s farms no longer exist and I am starting to have mine again. My kids already ask: "Dad, let’s go to the farm".
Today, first contact is through the questionnaire and the review comes before the conversation: I look at the documents that exist and the real situation of the property. I speak Portuguese; the AI assistant helps in English.